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SACRED LYRE: 



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BOSTON: 
GRAVES AND YOUNG, 

N E W YORK: 

SHELDON, BLAKEMAN & CO. 

CINCINNATI*: 

GEORGE S. BLANCHARD. 

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Entered, according to Act &$ ftergjess, in the year 858, by 

JONATHAN ALDRICH, 

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A. B. KIDDER'S MUSlC TTPOGEAPHT. 



PREFACE. 



The author of u The Sacred Lyre " has had no wish thus tc 
appear before the public. And he has been induced to engage 
in its preparation, solely by his own conviction, and the oft-ex 
pressed conviction of others, that such a work was needed. It 
has been supposed, also, that his long pastoral labors, extensive 
acquaintance with revivals, knowledge of music, and familiarity 
with the wants and wishes of the churches in different sections 
of the land, qualified him in some good degree for this service. 
It has been his anxious desire to prepare just such a work as is 
needed; and he has exercised his best discrimination in its 
accomplishment. How far he has succeeded in meeting the 
demand, others must judge. 

The Hymns, it is believed, will be found a judicious selection 
from the best authors, arranged under appropriate heads, em- 
bracing a rich and full variety, on the most important subjects ; 
especially in connection with Social Worship, Revivals, and 
Missionary Prayer Meetings. It may be thought by some, that 
more hymns have been selected than are necessary. But, such 
h the great diversity of tastes and preferences, that a large 
variety is demanded to meet only a considerable portion of 
these; and still, all the favorite hymns of some may not be 
found. For the same reason, longer hymns have been inserted, 
as different verses are preferred by different individuals. 

It has been the aim of the compiler to select such music aa 



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is best adapted to social worship ; simple, interesting, and soul- 
stirring — such as has ever rendered the praying circle both 
attractive and useful. This, it is believed, is the character of a 
large portion of the tunes here inserted. Quite a number of 
these are those popular airs which may have long been sung, 
but never before harmonized or given to the public. For this 
pervice many may be grateful to the author. 

For the selected music, the compiler would here express his 
grateful acknowledgments to the authors of the Wesleyan S. 
Harp, the proprietors of the American Vocalist, Dr. T. Hastings, 
and others, who have kindly allowed the use of their tunes in 
this work. 

Occasional rehearsals by those who are to use the book in 
social meetings, will be found conducive to the most pleasing 
and effective performance. The tunes in the minor key, to which 
some may object, will, by a familiar acquaintance, become favor- 
ites with all natural singers. 

May the use of these sacred songs serve to enkindle the 
devotional feelings of the pilgrims for Zion, and be blessed in 
leading wanderers back to God, and fitting them *.o join in thu 
endless son£ of Heaven. 



THE SACRED LYRE. 



PLACE' OF PRAYER. 6s. 

For the commencement of an evening Conference Meeting. 



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1 The KghJ; of Sabbath eve 

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What record will it leave, 

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Is it a Sabbath spent, 

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Nor taint with thoughts of ours, 

These sacred days of prayer: 
But may our Sabbaths here 

Inspire our hearts with love ; 
And prove a foretaste clear 

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Oh may we find thy favor, 
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3 Draw nigh to us, blest Spirit, 
In our social meeting ; 
Convince and renovate us, 
Anew in Christ create us, 
In this social meeting. 




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By faith and love, in every breast; 
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel 

The joys that cannot be expressed. 



Come, fill our hearts with inward strength ; 

Make oar enlarged souls possess, [length 
And ham the height, and breadth, and 

Of thine unmeasurable grace. 



Now to the God whose power can do 
More than our thoughts or wishes know, 

Be everlasting honors done 
By all the church through Christ his Son. 



6 Preparation for Worship. 

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Come, Holy Spirit, calm each mind, 

And fit us to approach our God; 
Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 

And lead us to thy blest abode. 



Hast thou imparted to our souls 
A living spark of holy fire? 

Oh, kindle now the sacred llame; 
Make us to burn with pure desire. 



Still brighter faith and hope impart 
And let us now our Saviour see; 

O, soothe and cheer each burdened neart 
And bid oar spirits rest in thee. 



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1 Lord, we come before thee now — 
At thy feet we humbly bow ; 

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Shall we seek thee yet in vain ? 

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend — 
In compassion now descend ; 

Pill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 

8 In thine own appointed way, 
Now we seek thee, here we stay ; 
Lord, we know not how to go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 

4 Send some message from thy word, 
That may peace and joy afford ; 
Let thy Spirit now impart 
Full salvation to each heart. 



9 The Sweet Communion. TURy^p. 

1 Lord, 'tis sweet to mingle where 
Christians meet for social prayer ; 
0, 'tis sweet with them to raise, 
Songs of holy joy and praise. 

2 From thy gracious presence flows 
Bliss that softens all our woes ; 
While thy Spirit's holy fire 
Warms our hearts with pure desire. 

3. Here we supplicate thy throne ; 

Here, thy pardoning grace is known ; 

Here, we learn thy righteous ways. 

Taste thy love, and sing thy pnr 
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We the happy hours employ ; 

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Oft filled me with rapture and blessedness there, 
And gave me a . of heaven in prayer. 

6. Dear bower, I must leave thoe,— must bid thee adieu, 
To wander a stranger in scenes that are new ; 
But my gracious Saviour resides every where, 
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1 2 At the opening of a Conference Meeting. 

1 Within these doors assembled now, 

We wait thy blessing, Lord ! 
Appear within the midst we pray, 
According to thy word. 

2 May some sweet promise be apply'd 

When we attempt to read : 
For this alone can give support, 
In all our times of need. 

3 O breathe upon our lifeless souls, 

And raise our drooping hearts ; 
That we may see thy smilling face 

Ere we .from hence depart. 
I And now, dear Saviour,when we pray, 

Be thou thyself so near, 
If Satan fright our trembling souls, 

Thy mercy may appear. 



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1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 
Up to the courts above, 

And smile to see our Father there, 
Upon a throne of love. 

2 Come, let us bow before his feet. 
And venture near the Lord ; 

No fiery cherub guards his seat, 
No double flaming sword. 

3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss, 
Are opened by the Son ; 

High let us raise our notes of praise, 
And reach tli* almighty throne. 

4 To thee ten thousand thanks wc bung, 
Great advocate on high, 

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1 Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love ; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne, 

We pour our ardent prayers : 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes; 

Our mutual burdens bear; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 
7 This glorious hone revives 
Our courage by^the way; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 







6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
And sin we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reigc 
Through all eternity. 

16 Dependence on the Spirit. 

1 'Tis God the Spirit leads 

In paths before unknown ; 
The work to be performed is ours, 
The strength is all Ins own. 

2 Supported by his grace, 

We still pursue our way ; 
And hope at last to reach the prize, 
Secure in eidless day. 

3 Tig he that works to -will ; 

'Tis he that works to do ; 
His is the power by which we act, 
His be the glory too. 

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While our days on earth are lengthened, 
May we give them, Lord, to thee : 

Cheered by hope, and daily strengthened, 
We would run, nor weary be, 

Till thy glory, 
Without clouds, in heaven we see. 



There, in worship purer, sweeter, 

All thy people shall adore, 
Tasting of enjoyment greater 

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Gently, Lord, O gently lead us 

Through this lowly vale of tears ; 
And, OXord, in mercy give us 

Thy rich grace in all our fears. 
O, refresh us — 

O, refresh us with thy grace. 
Though ten thousand ills beset us 

From without and f«om widiin, 
Jesus says he'll ne'er forget us, 

But will save from hell and sin , 
He is faithful, 

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O that I could now adore him 

Like the heavenly host above — 
Who for ever bow before him, 

And unceasing sing lus love. 
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19 Christ our refuge. avesle 

2 Other refuse have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soffl on thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 

Still support and eomibrt me. 
All my trust on thee is stayed ; 

All my help from thee I bring ; 
Cover nay defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

8. Thou, Christ, art all I want : 

More than all in thee I find ; 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 

Ileal the sick and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is thy name, 

I am all unrighteousness ; 
Vile and full of sin 1 am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 



20 Wrestling for a Blessing. 

1 Nay, I cannot let thee go 
Till a blessing thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away thy lace, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 
Once a sinner near despair 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer: 
Mercy heard and set him free — 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 

2 Many years have passed since th?n 
"Many changes have I seen, 

Yet have been upheld till now — 
Who could hold me up but thou? 
Nay, I must maintain my hold; 
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold: 
1 can no denial take 
When I plead for Jesus* sake. 



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May I thy consolations share, 
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I view my heaven, and at the sight 
Put off' this robe of ilesh, and rise 
To seize the everlasting prize ; 
Shouting, as I pass through the air, 
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22 Erhortation w Prayer, cowper. 

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What various hindrances we meet 
In coming tc a mercy-seat ! 
Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there V 

2 [draw ; 

Prayer makes the darkened cloud with- 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; 
Gives exercise to faith and love; 
Brings every blessing from above. 

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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 
Pray'r makes the Christian's armor bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 

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While Moses stood with arms spread wide, 
Success was found on Israel's side ; 
But when through weariness they failed, 
That moment Amalek prevailed. 

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Have you no words ? Ah, think again. 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

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Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To Heaven in supplication sent, 
Y r our cheerful song would oftener be, 
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23 Lord's Day Evening, -watts. 

1 Lord, how delightful 'tis to see 
A whole assembly worship thee ! 

At once they sing, at once they pray ; 
They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 

2 I have been there, and still would go ; 
'Tis like a little heaven below : 

Not all that hell or sin can say 
Shall tempt me to forget this day. 

& O write upon my memory, Lord, 
The texts and doctrine of thy word; 
That I may break thy laws no more, 
But love thee better than before. 

4 With thoughts of Christ, and things di- 
vine, 
Fill up this foolish heart of mine ; 
That, hoping pardon through his blood, 
I may lie down and wake with God. 



24 The Mercy-Seat. s to well. 

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From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat — 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat 

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The oil of gladness on our heads ; 
A place, of all on earth most sweet- 
It is the blood-bought mercv-seat. 



There is a scene wdiere spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with frien 1 ; 
Though sundered far — by faith they meet 
Around one common mercy-seat. 



There, there, on eagle-wings we soar, 
And sin and sense molest no more, 
And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 



25 Saving Grace. watts. 

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Shines through the beauties of thy face, 
And lights our passions to a flame ! 
Lord, how we love thy charming name I 



When I can say that God is mine, 
When I can feel thy glories shine, 
I tread the world beneath my feet, 
And all that earth calls good or great 



While such a scene of sacred joys 
Our raptured eyes and souls employs, 
Here we could sit and gaze away 
A long, an everlasting day. 



Well, we shall quickly pass the night, 
To the fair coasts of perfect light ; 
Then shall our joyful senses rove 
O'er the dear object of our love. 



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2 He bows his gracious ear ; 

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And pray, and pray again. 

3 Though unbelief suggest, 

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4 Jesus, the Lord, will hear 

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' And never faint in prayer ; 

He sees, he hears, and from on high 
Will make our cause his care. 

28 Repentance. beddome. 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears, 

Angels with wonder see ! 
Be thou astonished, O my soul, 
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1 Jesus, I love thy charming name ; 

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2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport and my trust; 
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 Th\ grace shall dwell upon my heart 

And shed its fragrance there, — 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name 

With my last, laboring breath, 
And, dying, clasp thee in my arms, 
The antidote of death, doddridge. 



31 The Bible full of Christ. 

1 Thou lovely source of true delight, 

Unseen whom I adore, 
Unveil thy beauties to my sight, 
That I may love thee more. 

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines ; 

But in thy sacred word 
I read, in fairer, brighter lines, 
My bleeding, dying Lord. 

3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, 

And sins and sorrows rise, 
Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, 
My fainting heart supplies. 

4 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light, 

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4 Give strength to the souls that now wait upon thee, 

O ! come, in thy chariot of love ; 
From earth's vain enchantments, ! help us to flee, 
And to set our affections above. 



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HYMNS FOR "DULCIMER." 

33 Longing for Christ in Darkness. swais. 

a O Tliou in whose presence my soul takes delight, 
On whom in affliction I call ; 
My comfort by day, and my song in the night, 

My hope, my salvation, my all. 

2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, 

To feed on the pastures of love ? 
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, 
Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 

3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, 

Or cry in the desert for bread ? 
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, 
And smile at the tears I have shed. 

4 Restore, my dear Saviour, the light of thy face, 

Thy soul-cheering favor impart : 
And let tiie sweet tokens of thy saving grace, 
Bring joy to my desolate heart. 

34 Distinguishing Grace Kennedy. 

1 In songs of sublime a< oration and praise, 

Ye pilgrims, for Zicn who press, 
Break forth ant extol the great Ancient of Days, 
His rich and distinguishing grace. 

2 His love from eternity fix'd upon you, 

Broke forth and discovered its flame, 
When each with the cords of his kindness he drew, 

And brought vou to love his £reat name. 
8 O, had not he pity'd the state you were in, 

Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt ; 
You all would have lived, would have died too, in sin, 

And sunk with the load of your guilt. 
4 Then give all the glory to his holy name, 

To him all the glory belongs ; 
Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame, 

And crown him in each of your songs. 

35 Prayer for Colleges. 

1 Let pure clouds of incense be wafted to heaven, 

From hearts all united in one, 
That wisdom and grace to our youth may be given, 
And strength for the race they must run. 

2 O'er the green hills of science, O Spirit, preside, 

And send down thy heavenly showers ; 
Let holiest dew on each tendril abide. 

And nourish the germs and the flowers. 
6 From the youth of our country shall armies arise, 

The Gospel of Peace to proclaim, 
O'er the land and the sea the glad message that flies, , 

Shall echo Immanuel's name. 



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1 Jesus, who Knows full well 

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To pray, and never faint. 

2 He bows his gracious ear, — 

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Then let us wait till he appear, 
And pray, and pray again. 
S Jesus, the Lord, will hear 
His chosen when they cry ; 
Yes, though he may a while forbear, 
He'll help them from on high. 
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And never faint in prayer ; 
He sees, he hears, and, from on high, 
Will make our cause his care. 



38 Morning Prayer Meeting, sac. lyrics, 

1 How sweet the melting lay, 

Which breaks upon the ear, 
When, at the hour of rising day, 
Believers join in prayer! 

2 The breezes waft their cries 

Up to Jehovah's throne ; 
He listens to their humble sighs, 
And sends his blessings down. 

3 So Jesus rose to pray 

Before the morning light, — 
Once on the chilling mount did stay, 
And wrestle all the night. 

4 Glory to God on high, 

Who sends his blessings down 
To rescue souls condemned to die, 
And make- his people one. 



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Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
lie, to save my soul from danger, 

Interposed his precious blood. 
O, to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 

Prone to leave the God I love; 
Here's my heart ; Lord, take and seal it, 

Seal it from thy courts above. 

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40 Praise for Redemption, epis. col. 

1 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 

Wretched wanderer, far astray ; 
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee, 
From the paths of death away : 

2 Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 

Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 
And, the light of hope revealing, 
Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling, 

Vainly would my lips express : 
Low before thy footstool kneeling, 
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless. 

4 Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure 

Love's pure flame within me raise ! 

And, since words can never measure, 

Let my life show forth thy praise ! 



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And all my cares and sorrows cast, 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I love by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. . 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray, 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

MRS. BBOWN. 



42 The Hour of Prayer, hoove's col. 

1 The hour of prayer once more is come, 

And here again we meet; 
Thanks to the Lord, there yet is room 
To bow at Jesus' feet. 

2 By faith in prayer before thee, Lord, 

Help us to spread our case ; 
And to our waiting souls afford 
Some tokens of thy grace. 

3 The helpless, poor, and needy soul, 

The tempted and distressed, [whole. 
Dear Lord, relieve! O Lord, make 
And calm each troubled breast. 

4 The faith and hope, the joy and love, • 

Of all thy saints increase ; 
Hardness and blindness. Lord, remove 
And fill our hearts with peace. 



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And when I read his holy word, 
I called each promise mine. 
I But now, when evening shade prevails, 
My soul in darkness mourns ; 
And when the morn the light reveals, 
No light to me returns. 
5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail ; 
O make my soul thy care ; 
1 know thy mercy cannot fail ; — 
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44 Christ came to give Life. — John iii. 16, 17. 

1 Come, happy souls, approach your God 

With new melodious songs ; 

Come, render to Almighty grace 

The tribute of your tongues. 

2 The hands of Jesus were not armed 

"With an avenging rod, 
Some dread commission to perform 
From an offended God. 

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The Father sent his equal Son, 
To give them life again. 

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But rest on thee for peace. 

8 I want a sober mind ; 
A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 
The baits of pleasing ill. 

4 I want a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 
And sees the tempter fly. 

5 I want a just concern 

For thine immortal praise ; 
A pure desire that all may learn, 
And glorify thy grace. 

6 I want, I know not what, 

I want my wants to see ; 
1 want — alas ! what want I not, 
When thou art not with me ? 



48 Song of Moses and (he Lamb, 
Awake, and sing the song 

Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
Wake, every heart and every tonguaj 

To praise the Saviour's name. 
Sing of his dying love, 

Sing of his rising power, 
Sing how he intercedes above 

For those whose sins he bore, 
Sing till we feel our heart 

Ascending with our tongue ; 
Sing till the love of sin depart, 

And grace inspire our song. 
Sing on your heavenly way, 

Ye ransomed sinners, sing; 
Sing on, rejoicing every day 

In Christ, th' eternal King. 
Soon shall we hear him say, 

" Ye blessed children, come ;" 
Soon will he call us hence away, 

And take his wanderers home. 
Soon shall our raptured tongue 

His endless praise proclaim, 
And sweeter voices tune the song 

" Of Moses and the Lamb." 

HAMMOND. 



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50 Secret Prayer. 

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Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream 

In earnest pfeadlng flows ; 
Devotion J wells upon the theme, 

Anil warm and warmer glows. 



Faith grasps the blessing she desires; 

Hope points the upward gaze; 
And Love, celestial Love, inspires 

The eloquence of praise. 



But sweeter far the still small voice, 

Unheard by human ear, 
When God has made the heart rejoice, 

And dried the bitter tear. 



No accents flow, no words ascend; 

All utterance faileth there ; 
Cut sainted spirits comprehend, 

And God accepts the prayer ! 



51 Prayer Divinely Inspired, beddome. 
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Prayer is the breath of God in man 

Returning whence it came ; 
Love is the sacred fire within, 
And prayer the rising flame. 



It gives the burdened spirit ease, 
And soothes the troubled breast ; 

Yields comfort to the mourners here, 
And to the weary rest. 



i God inclines the heart to pray, 
JIj hath an ear to hear; 
To him there's music in a groan, 
And beauty in a tear. 



52 Prajrer. Montgomery 

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Returning from his ways, 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, u Behold, he prays." 



The saints in prayer appear as one 
In word, in (Ivlh}^ and mind; 

While with the Father and the Son 
Sweet fellowship they find. 



Xor prayer is made on earth alone ; 

The Holy Spirit pleads, 
And Jesus, on th' eternal throne, 
For sinners intercedes. 



O Thou, by whom we come to God,— 
The life, the truth, the way, — 

The path of prayer thyself hast trod; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 



53 The Giver of all Good, addi 

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When all thy mercies, O my God, 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 

In wonder, love, and praise. 



Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks employ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 

That tastes those gifts with joy. 



Through every period of my life, 

Thy goodness I'll pursue : 
And after death, in distant worlds, 
glorious theme renew. 



Tl' c humble suppliant cannot fail 
To have his wants supplied, 

Since he for sinners intercedes, 
Who once for sinners died. 



Through all eternity, to thee 
A joyful song I'll raise : 

But Oh, eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise ! 



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And view my Saviour here. 

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55 The Bible the Light of the World. 

1 What glory gilds the sacred page 1 

Majestic, like the sun, 
It gives a light to every age ; 
It gives, but borrows none. 

2 The power that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat : 
Its truths upon the nations rise ; 
They rise, but never set. 

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Thy promises, how large and free ! 

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I'd count them vanity and lies, 

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I love the sacred book of God ; 

No other can its place supply : 
It points me to the saints' abode, 
It gives me wings, and bids me flv 
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61 Light in Darkness. moore. 

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O Thou 'who dry'st the mourner's tear, 

How dark this world would be, 
If, when by sorrows wounded here, 

We could not flv to thee ! 



ITlc friends, who in our sunshine live, 
When winter comes, are flown ; 

A ml he who has but tears to give, 
Must weep those tears alone. 



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As darkness shows us worlds of light 

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62 



Sincerity in Prayer, sac. poetry. 



Lord, when we bow before thy throne, 

And our confessions pour, 
0, may we feel the sins we own, 

And hate what we deplore. 



Our contrite spirits, pitying, see ; 

True penitence impart ; 
And let a healing ray from thee, 

Beam hope on every heart. 



When we disclose our wants in prayer, 

O. let our wills resign, 
.And not a thought our bosom share 

Whi« h is not wholly thine. 



Let faith each meek petition fill, 

And waft it to the skies, 
And teach our hearts 'tis goodness, still, 

That grants it, or denies. 



63 The Compassion of God. 

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O Thou, the wretch ed's sure retreat, 

"Who canst our cares control, 
Look down, and with thy smile of peac* 

Revive the fainting soul. 



New life from thy refreshing grace 
Our sinking hearts receive ; 

Thy gentle, best-loved attribute, 
To pity and forgive. 



From that blest source, propitious hopo 

Appears serenely bright ; 
And sheds her soft, diffusive beam 

O'er sorrow's dismal night. 



Our griefs confess her vital power, 
And bless her friendly ray ; 

Bright herald to the smiling morn 
Of everlasting day. 



64 Longing for a Closer Walk with G*< 

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A calm and heavenly frame ; 
A light, to shine upon the road 

That leads me to the Lamb. 



► Where is the blessedness I knew, 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and his word '? 



What peaceful hours I once enjoyed 
How sweet their memory still ! 

But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 



Return, O holy Dove ! return — 

Sweet messenger of rest ! 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 

And drove thee from my breast 



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Look, hew we grovel here below, 
Fond of these trifling toys! 

Our souls can neither fly nor go, 
To reach eternal joys. 



In vain we tune our formal songs, 
In vain we strive to rise ; 

Ilosannas languish on our tongues, 
An< I our devotion dies. 



Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
At this poor, dying rate ? 

Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
And thine to us so £reat ? 



Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all thy quickening powers : 

Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. watts. 



60 Reviving Spirit, trait's coll. 

1 
Eternal Spirit, God of truth, 

Our contrite hearts inspire ; 
Revive the flame of heavenly love, 

And fted the pure desire. 



Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, 
With guilt and fear oppressed; 

'Tis thine to bid the dying live, 
And give the weary rest 

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Subdue the power of every sin, 

Whate'er that sin may be, 
That we, with humble, holy heart, 

May worship only thee. 



67 The Spirit's Presence desired, seed 

1 
Spirit divine, attend our prayer, 

Now make this place thy home ; 
Descend, with all thy gracious power; 

O come, great Spirit, come 1 



Come as the light ; to us reveal 
Our sinfulness and woe ; 

And lead us in the paths of life, 
Where all the righteous go. 



Come as the fire, and purge our hearts 

Like sacrificial flame ; 
Let every soul an offering be 

To our Redeemer's name. 



Come as a dove, and spread thy wings,* 
The wings of peaceful love, — 

And let the church on earth become 
Blest as the church above. 



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The Holy Spirit grieved. 



The God of grace will never leave 

Or cast away his own ; 
And yet, when we his Spirit grieve, 

His comforts are withdrawn. 



If noisy war, or strife, abound, 
"We grieve the peaceful Dove; 

His gracious aid is ever found 
In paths of truth and love. 



Should we indulge one secret sin, 

Or disregard his laws, 
His succors and support, within, 

The Spirit, vexed, withdraws. 



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Then with our spirits witnesi bear Forbid it. gracious Lord, that we, 

That we arc sons of God, Who, from thy hand, receive 

Redeemed from sin, from death, and hell, The Spirit's power to make us free. 

Through Christ's atoning blood. Should e'e tluit Spirit grieve. 



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From our sins and fears release us ; 
Let us find our rest in thee. 
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Israel's strength and consolation, 

Hope of all the saints thou art ; 
Long-desired of every nation, 
Joy of every waiting heart. 



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Born to reign in us forever. — 

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By thine all-sufficient merit, 

Raise us to thy glorious throne. 



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Glory to the Lamb. 

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Hark ! the notes of angels, singing 

Glory, glory to the Lamb ! 
All in heaven their tribute brinsinn 
Raising high the Saviour's name. 
2 
Ye for whom his life was given, 
Sacred themes to you belong . 
Come, assist the choir of heaven ; 
Join the everlasting song. 
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Endless life in him possessing, 

Let us praise his precious name ; 
Glory, honor, power, and blessing, 
Be forever to the Lamb. 



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Let saints or earth their anthems raise, 

Who taste Lhe Saviour's grace ; 
Let. heathen too proclaim \\\> praise, 

And crown him 4 * Prinee of peace." 



1 ' r :n* -o him who laid his glory by 

For man's apostate ra c: 
Praise him who stooped to bleed and die, 

Jkiitl crown him k ' Prince of peace." 



Ye na lions, lay your weapons down, 

Let war for ever cease; 
Lrnmanuel for your Sovereign own, 

And crown him " Prince of peace." 



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75 Praise to the Redeemer. Wl 

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for a thousand tongues \o sing 

My dear Redeemer's praise ! 
The glories of my God and King, 

The triumphs of his grace. • 



My gracious Master and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread through all the earth abroad 

The honors of thy name. 



The Advent of Christ, doddkidoe. 
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Hark, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, 

The Saviour promised long : 
Let ever}* heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

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He comes, the prisoners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 

The iron fetters yield. 



He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
The bleeding soul to cure ; 

And, with the treasures of his grace, 
T' enrich the humble poor. 



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Come, let us join our cheerful songs 

With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 

But all their joys are one. 



" Worthy the Lamb that died," they crj 

'• To be exalted thus ;" 
" Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 

" For he was slain for us." 



Jesus, the name that calms our fears. 
That bids our sorrows cease ; 

T'is music in the sinner's ears; 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 



He breaks the power of reigning sin, 

He rets the prisoner tree ; 
His blood ran make the foulest clean ; 

His blood availed ibv me. 



Tor a thousand tongues to sin<* 
My dear Redeemer's praise ! 

The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace. 



Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honor and power divine ; 
And blessings, more than we can give, 

Be, Lord, forever thine. 



Let all that dwell above the sky, 
And earth, and air, and seas, 

Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise. 



The whole creation join in one, 
To oless the sacred name 

Of him that sits upon the throne 
And to adore the Lamb. 



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3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 

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For me he bore the shameful cross, 
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1 Lord, what a wretched land is this, 

That yields vs no supply, 
No cheering fruits, no wholesome tree 4 
No streams of living joy ? 

2 Our journey is a thorny maze ; 

But we march upward still ; 
Forget these troubles of the ways, 
And reach at Zion's hill. 

3 There, on a green and flowery mount 

Our weary souls shall sit — 
And with transporting joy recount 
The labors of our feet. 

4 Eternal glory to the King, 

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Our tongues shall never cease to sing 
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6€ Christ's Presence desired. Steele 

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Coine, thou desire of all thy saints, 

Our humble strains attend; 
While, with our praises and complaints, 
Low at thy feat we bend. 
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When we thy wondrous glories hear, 

And all thy sufferings trace, 
What sweetly awful scenes appear ! 
What rich unbounded grace ! 
3 
I How should our songs, like those above, 
With warm devotion rise! 
How should our souls, on wings of love, 
Mount upward to the skies ! 
4 
1 Dear Saviour, let thy glories shine, 
And fill thy dwellings here, 
Till life, and love, and joy divine, 
A heaven on earth appear. 



81 Redemption. watts 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, 

We -wretched sinners lav, 
Without one cheerful beam of hope, 

Or spark of glimm'ring day. 
2 
With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief ; 
He saw. and — O amazing love ! — 

He ran to our relief. 
3 
Down from the shining seats above 

With joyful haste he fled; 
Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 

And dwelt among the dead. 
4 
fle spoiled the powers of darkness thus, 

An i brake our iron chains; 
Jesus has freed our captive souls 

From everlasting pains. 
5 
Oh, for this love, let ro.-ks and hills 

Their lasting silence break: 
And all harmonious human tongues 

The Saviour's praises ^peak. 4 * 



82 Sufficiency of the Atonement, cowpeb. 

1 
There is a fountain filled with blood, 

Drawn from lmmanuers veins ; 
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood 

Lose all their guilty stains. 



The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day ; 

O, may 1 there, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 



Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its power, 

Till all the ransomed church of God 
Are saved, to sin no more. 



E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
Thy flowing wounds supply, 

Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be, till I die. 



And when this feeble, faltering tongue 

Lies silent in the grave, 
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy power to save. 



83 Gazing at the Cross, doddridg* 

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Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh 

I hold my frail abode, 
Still would my spirit rest on thee, 

My Saviour and my God. 



On thy dear cross I fix my eyes, 
Then raise them to thy seat ; 

Till love dissolves my inmost soul, 
At my Redeemer's feet 

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Be dead, my heart, to worldly charms; 

Be dead to every sin ; 
And tell the boldest foe without, 

That Jesus rehms within. 



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From foes without and foes within. 

4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory too : 
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5 God, our Kin?, whose sovereign sway 
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Though earth and hell, my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along: 
His loving kindness, (), bow strong! 
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gathered thick and thunder'd loud, 
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His loving kindness, O, how good ! 



5 I often feel my sinful heart 

Prone from my Saviour to depart; 
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His loving kindness changes not. 

G Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail , 
(), may my last, expiring breath 
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7 Then let me mount and soar away 
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His name forbids my slavish fear; 
His grace removes my sin. 

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And Greeks <;f wisdom boast, 
I love th' incarnate-mystery, 

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8T Saviour. 

1 Come, heavenly love, inspire my song 
With thine immortal flame ; 
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue, 
The Saviour's lovely name. 



2 The Saviour ! O, what endless charms 

Dwell in that blissful sound! 

Its influence every fear disarms, 

And spreads deiight around. 

3 Here, pardon, life, and joys divine, 

In rich profusion flow, 
For guilty rebels, lost in sin, 
And doom'd to endless wo. 

4 O, the rich depths of love divine ! 

Of bliss, a boundless store ! 
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine,— 
I cannot wish for more ! 

5 On thee alone my hope relies ; 

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If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender thoughts within us burn,. 

To feel a friend is nigh ; — 



O ! shall not warmer accents tell 

The gratitude we owe 
To him, who died, our fears to quell- 

And save from endless woe ? 



While yet his anguished soul surveyed 
Those pangs he would not flee, 

What love his latest words displayed — 
* 4 Meet and remember me ! " 



Remember thee ! — thy death, thy shame, 
Our sinful hearts to share ! — 

O mem'ry ! leave no other name 
But his recorded there. 



89 Humiliation of Christ. steeli 

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And did the holy and the just, 

The Sovereign of the skies, 
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, 

That guilty man might rise ? 



Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 
His radiant throne on high, — 

Surprising mercy ! love unknown ! - 
To suffer, bleed, and die. 



lie took the dying traitor's place, 

And suffered in his stead : 
For sinful man, — O, wondrous grace ! 

For sinful man he bled. 



Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 

In thine atoning blood ! 
By this are sinners saved from hell, 

And rebels brought to Go**- 



90 The name of Jesus. NEWTON 

1 
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear; 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 

And drives away his fear. 
2 
It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

And calms the troubled breast ; 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 

And to the wearv — rest. 
3 
Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 

I'll praise thee as I ought, 
4 
Till then, I would thy love proclaim 

With every fleeting breath : 
And may the music of thy name 

Refresh my soul in death. 



91 Supreme Love to Christ. Steele. 

1 
Ye earthly vanities, depart; 

Forever hence remove : 
Jesus alone deserves my heart, 

And everv thought of love. 
2 
His heart, where love and pity dwelt 

In all their softest forms. 
Sustained the heavy load of guilt 

For lost, rebellious worms. 
3 
Can I my bleeding Saviour view, 

And yet ungrateful prove ? 
And pierce his wounded heart anew, 

And grieve his injured love? 
4 
Dear Lord, forbid ! O, bind this heart*- 

This roving heart of mine — 
So firm, that it may ne'er depart, 

In chains of love divine. 



Doxoloyy. 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom we adore. 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

And shall be evermore. 



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'The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot ; 
The theme most transporting to seraphs above ; 
The triumph of sorrow, — the triumph of love ! 

4 Come, saints, and adore him ; come, bow at his feet ; 
O, give him the glory, the* praise that is meet; 

Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 

And join the full chorus, that gladdens the skies. 



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A voice faint and plaintive, from one that was near; 
The voice of the suff'rer aiFected my heart, 

While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part. 

3 I listened a moment, then turned me to see 
What man of compassion this stranger might be ; 
I saw him, low kneeling upon the cold ground, 
The loveliest being that ever was found. 

4 So deep were his sorrows, so fervent his prayers, 

That down o'er his bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears 1 

I wept to behold him, — I asked him his name, 

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5 " I am thy Redeemer ! for thee I must die ! 
The cup is most bitter, but cannot pass by ! 
Thy sins, like a mountain, are laid upon me ; 
And all this deep anguish I suffer for tl.ee " 

6 I heard, with deep sorrow, the tale of hi* v * 
While tears of repentance mine eyes d! 1 >*€Jraow ; 
The cause of his sorrows to hear Him repeat, 
Pierced deeply my bosom — I fell at his feet. 

7 With the voice of contrition I loudly did cry, 

" Lord, save a poor sinner ! O save, or I die ! " 

lie smiled, when he saw me, and said to me, "Live ! 

Thy sins, which were many, I freely forgive ! " 

8 How sweet was that sentence ! — it made me rejoice ! 
His smiles, how consoling! haw charming his voice! 
1 ran from the garden to spread it abroad, 

And shouted — bk Salvation ! O Glory to God !" 

9 I'm now on my journey to mansions above, 
My soul full of glory, of light, peace, and love ; 
I think of the garden, the prayers and the tears 
Of that loving " Stranger," who banished my fears. 

10 The day of bright glory is rolling around, 

When Gabriel, descending, the trumpet will sound! 
My soul, to this " Stranger," in raptures shall rise, 
And see Him my Saviour with unclouded eyes. 



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1 Hallowed cross, my God revealing, 

Hail, thou strange, mysterious tree ! 
Hallowed fount of love unsealing — 
Love of infinite degree — 

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2 Where the sword of justice gleaming, 

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Banish all my sinful pride ; 

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1 Dark was the night, and cold the ground, 
On which the Lord was laid ; 
His sweat like drops of blood ran down ; 
In agony he prayed. 
? " Father, remove this bit.or ?up, 
If such thy sacred will ; 
If not, content io drink it up, 
Thy pleasure to fulfil." 
3 Go to the garden, sinner ; see 
Those precious drops that flow ; 
The heavy load he bore for thee ; 
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1 Behold the Saviour of mankind 

Upon the shameful tree ; 
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To bleed and die for me ! 

2 " My God," he cries ; all nature shal 

And earth's strong pillars bend ; 
The gate of death in sunder breaks ; 
The solid marbles rend. 

3 M 'Tis finished ; now the ransom's pai< 

Receive my soul," he cries : 

Behold, he bows his sacred head, 

He bows his head and dies ! 

4 But soon he'll break death's tyrant chain 

And in full glory shine ; 
O Lamb of God, was ever pain, 
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See ! he rises from the tomb — 
Rides with immortal bloom. 

2 "Tis the Saviour ; seraphs raise 
Your triumphant shouts of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
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3 Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes ; . 
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Morning breaks upon the tomb ! 

Jesus dissipates its gloom ! 
Day of triumph through the skies, 

See the glorious Saviour rise. 
Christians, dry your floAA'ing tears , 

Chase those unbelieving fears ; 
Look on his deserted grave ; 

Doubt no more his power to save. 
Ye who are of death afraid, 

Triumph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious fears away ; 

See the place where Jesus lay. 
So the rising sun appears, 

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1 Angels, from the realms of glory, 

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Ye who sang creation's story, 
Now proclaim Messiah's birth ; 
Come and worship. — 
Worship Christ, the new-born king. 
2*Shepherds. in the field abiding. 

Watching o'er your flocks by night, 
God with man is now residing; 
Yonder shines the infant light ; 
Come and worship, — 
Worship Christ, the new-born king. 



Saints, bef >Te the altar bending, 
Watching long in hope and fear. 

Suddenly the Lord, descending, 

In his temple shall appear ; 

Come and worship. — 

Worship Christ, the new-born king. 

Sinners, bowed in true repentance. 
Doomed for guilt to endless pains, 

Justice now revokes the sent 

Mercy calls you — break } our chains- 
Corn e and worship, — 

Worship Christ, the new-born King. 



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The rising God forsakes the tomb, 

Up to his Father's courts he flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 

And shout him welcome to the skies. 

S Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 
How high your great Deliverer reigns; 

Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 
And led the monster Death in chains. 

Say, ' Live forever, wondrous King ; 
Born to redeem, and strong to save ! ' 

Then ask the monster, ' Where's thy sting ?. 

And where's thy victory, boasting grave ?' 



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1 He lives, the great Redeemer lives ; 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father, God, 
Pleads the full merit of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
And justice, armed with frowns, appears 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 In every dark, distressful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears us on his heart 

4 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend, 
On him our humble hopes depend : 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 



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1 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, 
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Seated at thy Father's side. 

2 There for sinners thou art pleading , 
There thou dost our place prepare ; 

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3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 
Thou art worthy to receive: 

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Meet it is for us to give. 

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1 Crown his head with endless blessing, 

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2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee, — 

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From thy throne let beams of glory 

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Thee our God in praise we own ; 
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1 '• ' lis finished !" — so the Saviour cried, 
And meekly bowed his head and died: 

' Tis finished ! — yes, the race is run, 
The battle fought, the victory won. 

2 ' Tis finished ! — this his 'lying groan 
Shall sins of deepest hue atone, 

And millions be redeemed from death 
By Jesus' last expiring breath. 

3 'Tis finished! — Heaven is reconciled, 
And all the powers of darkness spoiled; 
Peace, love, and happiness, again 
Return, and dwell with sinful men. 

4 'Tis finished! — let the joyful sound 
Be heard through all the nations round ; 
' Tis finished. — let the triumph rise, 
And swell the chorus of the skies. 

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112 Remembering Christ. Krishna Pal 

1 O thou, my soul, forget no more 
The Friend who all thy sorrows bore ; 
Let every idol be forgot ; 

But, O my soul, forget him not 

2 Renounce thy works and ways, with grief, 
And fly to this divine relief; 

Nor Him forget, who left Ins throne, 
And for thy life gave up his own. 

3 Eternal truth and mercy shine 
In him, and he himself is thine ; 
And canst thou, then, with sin beset, 
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His name shall cheer and warm my heart; 
And, lisping this, from earth I'll rise, 
And join the chorus of the skies. 



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4 Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! 
Hark ! those loud, triumphant chords! 
• Jesus takes the highest station ; 
O, what joy the sight affords ! 
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1 Jesus! thy love shall we forget; 

And never bring to mind 
The grace that paid our hopeless debt, 
And bade us pardon find? 

2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 

Thy fasting and thy prayer ; 
Thy locks with mountain vapors wct t 
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4 Can we the crown of thorns forget, 

The buffeting and shame ; 
When hell thy sinking soul beset, 
And earth reviled thy name? 

5 Our sorrows and our sins were laid 

On thee — alone on thee: 
Thy precious blood our ransom paid— 
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1 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound 

From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When list'ning thousands gath'ring round, 
The voice of Jesus filled the place ! 
From heaven he came — of heaven he 
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To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

2 " Come, wanderers, to my father's home, 

Come, all ye weary ones and rest ! " 
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 

Obey thee, love thee, and be blest 
Decay, then, tenements of dust ; 

Pillars of earthly pride, decay: 
A nobler mansion waits the just, 

And Jesus has prepared the way. 

118 The Grace of God in Christ, watts. 

1 Nature with open volume stands, 

To spread her Maker's praise abroad ; 
And every labor of his hands 

Shows something worthy of a God. 
But in the grace that rescued man, 

His brightest form of glory shines; 
Here, on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn, 

In precious blood and crimson lines. 

2 Here I behold his inmost heart, 
Where truth and mercy strangely join 

Tc pierce his Son with keenest smart, 
And make the purchased pleasures mine. 

O the sweet wonders of that cross, 
Where God, the Saviour, loved and died ! 

Her noblest life my spirit draws 
From his diiir wounds and bleeding side. 



119 The Ransomed Spirit, w. b.tappan. 

1 The ransom'd spirit to her home, 

The clime of cloudless beauty flies ; 
No more on stormy seas to roam, 

She hails her haven in the skies : 
But cheerless are those heavenly fields, 
That cloudless clime no pleasure yields, 
There is no bliss in bowers above, 
If thou art absent, Holy Love ! 



2 The cherub near the viewless throne, 
Hath smotQ the harp with trembling 

hand ; 
And one with incense-fire hath flown, 

To touch with flame the angel band ; 
But tuneless is the quivering string, 
No melody can Gabriel bring, 
Mute are its arches, when above 
The harps of heaven wake not to Love ! 

3 Earth, sea and sky one language speak, 
In harmony that soothes the soul ; 

'Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake. 
And when on thunders thunders roll : 
That voice is heard, and tumults cease. 
It whispers to the bosom peace ; 
Speak, thou Inspirer, from above, 
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1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in Thee ! 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 

2 Not the labors of my hands 
Can fulfil Thy law's demands : 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All of sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and Thou alone ! 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
Simply to Thy cross I cling; 
Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to Thee for grace ) 
Foul, I to Thy fountain fly ; 
Wash me, Savior, or I die 1 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyelids close in death, 
When T soar to worlds unknown, 
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in Thee. 



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1 Go to dark Gethsemane, 

Ye that feel the tempter's power, 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

Watch with Him one bitter hour; 
Turn not from His griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall ; 

View the Lord of life arraigned ; 
O the wormwood and the gall! 

O the pangs His soul sustained ! 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
Learn of Him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 

There, adoring at his feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete : 
" It is finished" — here Him cry ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid His breathless clay ; 
All is solitude and gloom, 

Who hath taken Him away ? 
Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes • 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 



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HYMN FOR "GREENVILLE," page 12. 



Prayr for a Revival. 8, 7, 4. 
t Saviour, visit thy plantation, 

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ; 
All will come to desolation, 
Unless thou return again ; 
. Lord, revive us; 
All our help must come from thee. 
2 Keep no longer at a distance, 
Shine upon us from on high, 
Lest, for want of thy assistance, 
Every plant should droop and die ; 
Lord, revive us; 
All our help must come from thee. 



3 Let our mutual love be fervent; 

Make us prevalent in prayers; 
Let each one, esteemed thy servant, 

Shun the world's bewitching snares 
Lord, revive us ; 
All our help must come from thee. 

4 Break the tempter's fatal power, 

Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
And begin, from this good hour, 

To revive thy work afresh : 
Lord, revive us ; 
All our help must come from thee 



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1 Revive thy churches, Lord, with grace ; 
Forgive our sins, and grant us peace ; 
Rouse us from sloth, our hearts inflame ; 
Kindle our zeal for Jesus' name. 

2 May young and old thy word receive ; 
Dead sinners hear thy voice and live ; 
The wounded conscience healing find, 
And joy refresh each drooping mind. 

126 Sun of Righteousness, arise, 

1 O Sun of righteousness, arise.! 
With gentle beams on Zion shine ; 
Dispel the darkness from our eyes, 
And souls awake to life divine. 

2 On all around, let grace descend, 
Like heavenly dew, or copious showers ; 
That we may call our God our friend, — 
That we may hail salvation ours. 



127 Declension Confessed. kelly 

1 O, where is now that glowing love 
That marked our union with the Lord ? 
Our hearts were # fixed on things above, 
Nor could the world a joy afford. 

2 Where is the zeal that led us then 
To make our Saviour's glory known ? 
That freed us from the fear of men, 
And kept our eye on him alone ? 

3 Where are the happy seasons spent 
In fellowship with him we loved ? 
The sacred joy, the sweet content, 
The blessedness that then we proved .' 

4 Behold, again we turn to thee ; 
O, cast us not away, though vile ; 
No peace we have, no joy we see, 
O Lord our God, but in thy smile 



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To accomplish their object, no means are untried; 
The careless they comfort, the wakeful misguide. 

4 ; how can we slumber! when so much was done, 
To purchase salvation by Jesus the Son; 

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Now God can be honored, and sinners be saved. 

5 0, how can we slumber! when death is so near, 
And sinners are sinking to endless despair; 

Now prayers may avail, and they gain the high prize, 
Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes. 

6 O, how can we slumber! ye sinners, look round, 
Before the last trumpet your heart shall confound; 
O, fly to the Saviour, he calls you to-day, 

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1 Revive thy work, O Lord, 

And send salvation down : 
Let the sharp arrows of thy word, 
Now pierce the hearts of stone. 

2 Ride in thy prosperous car ; 

Regain thy people lost ; 
Let thy right hand conduct the war ; 
Let victory crown thy host 

3 Thy fainting saints revive ; 

Awaken them that sleep ; 
Make the dry bones arise and live, 
And comfort all that weep. • 

t Behold the extensive field 

Throng'd with the heaps of slain ! 
Though dead in sin, thy power, reveal'd, 
Shall make them live again. 

5 Come, O ye winds of heav'n, 

Breathe o'er this vale of death ; 
May the good spirit, richly given, 
Fill all with praying breath ! 



131 Spirit of Pentecost. Montgomery 

1 
Lord God, the Holy Ghost! 

In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 

Descend in all thy power. 

2 

We meet with one accord, 

In this thy holy place, 
And wait the promise of our Lord, 

The Spirit of all grace. 



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Move with one impulse every mind 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

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Wake, with thy sovereign breath, 

The souls now dark and dead, 
And o'er this silent field of death, 

Thy living influence shed. 



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1 Come, Lord, in mercy come again, 

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O send a gracious shower ! 

2 Our hearts are filled with sore distress, 

While sinners all around 
Are pressing on to endless death, 
And no relief is found. 

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Thy mourning people cry ; 
Salvation bring in mercy's hour, 
Nor let the sinner die. 

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And shouts of victory raise ; 
Then shall our griefs be turned to joy, 
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1 How few the word of God regard, 

Or seek their Maker's face ! 
In vain the gospel is proclaimed, 
If not enforced by grace. 

2 Almighty God, exert thy power, 

And melt the stony breast ; 

Then shall thy justice be adored, 

Thy mercy stand confessed. 

3 The scorner then shall mourn in dua* 

And put his sins away ; 
No more resist his Maker's hands, 
But lift his own to pray. 

135 The Harvest. 

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Can give us day for night ; 
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how can you question, if you will believe ? 
If sin is your burden, why will you not come ? 

T is you he bids welcome ; he bids you come home. 

4 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart, 
And trusting in heaven we never shall part : 

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HYMNS FOR "O TURN YE." 

139 The Way to Peace, lis. ch. melody. 

1 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God. 
And joy like the sunshine shall beam on thy road. 
And peace like the dew-drops shall fall on thy head, 
And sleep like an angel shall visit thy beo\ 

2 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God, 
And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad ; 
Thy safeguard in dangers that threaten thy path, 
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. 

140 Delay Not. lis. s. song*. 

1 Delay not, delay not, O sinner — draw near ; 

The waters of life are now flowing for thee : 
Xo price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 
Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 

2 Delay not, delay not ; why longer abuse 

The love and compassion of Jesus thy God ? 
A fountain is opened, how canst thou refuse 

To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood ? 

3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, 

For" mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day: 
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb ; 

Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 
i Delay not, delay not — the Spirit of grace, 

Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight, 
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race — 

To sink in the gloom of eternity's night 
5 Delay not. delay not — the hour is at hand — 

The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade ; 
The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand > 

AVhat power, then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid ? 

141 The Harvest Past. lis. e. f. e. 
1 Lo ! Jesus the Saviour in mercy draws near, 

Salvation he brings, O repent and believe; 
The voice of his mercy the doubting shall hear, 

And sinners redemption with gladness receive. 
I The day-star of promise illumines the sky. 

And souls long benighted now welcome the dawn ; 
Improve the glad season, or soon you may cry — 

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8 The Spirit is striving with sinners to-day, 

He graciously knocks at the door of your heart, 
He comes the compassion of God to display. 

Your sins to remove and his love to impart 

4 O ! welcome the Spirit, and irrievc him no more. 

Nor wait till his offers of life are withdrawn ; 
Lest then you may cry, as your doom you deplore, 
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Hurl from his presence thine affrighted spirit, 

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4 Oft has he called thee, hut thou wouldst not hear him, 
Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted ; 
Yet he is gracious, and with arms unfolded 

Waits to embrace thee. 

5 Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment, 
Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted, 
Come to the fountain open for uncleanness ; 

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6 0, guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning ; 
Fly to the Saviour, and embrace his pardon ; 
So shall your spirit meet, with joy triumphant, 

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Hear his gracious voice to-day. 
Turn from ail your vain behavior ; 

O repent, return and pray. 
O be wise before you languish 

On the bed of dying strife ! 
Endless joy or endless anguish, 

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Is but esteemed almost a saint, 

And makes his own destruction sure. 
4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; 

Create my heart entirely new ; 
TTnich hypocrites could ne'er attain ; 

Which false apostates never knew. 

1 15 Where are the Dead? Montgomery. 

1 Where are the dead ? In heaven or hell 
Their disembodied spirits dwell ; 

Their perished forms in bonds of clay, 
Reserved until the judgment day. 

2 Where are the living ? On the ground 
Where prayer is heard and mercy found ; 
Where, in the compass of a span, 

The mortal makes th' immortal man. 



3 Then, timely warned, let us begin 
To follow Christ, and flee from sin ; 
Daily grow up in him our head, — 
Lord of the living and the dead. 



146 Pardon penitently implored watts. 

1 Show pity, Lord ; O Lord, forgive ; 
Let a repenting rebel live ; 

Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace ; 
Great God, thy nature hath no bound; 
So let thy pardoning love be found. 

3 O, wash my soul from every* sin. 
And make my guilty conscience < 
Here, on my heart, the burden lie;*, 
And past offences pain mine eyes^ 



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147 The Spirit Striving, htde. 

1 
Say, sinner, hath a voice within 

Oft whispered to thy secret soul, 
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, 
And yield thy heart to God's control ? 
2 
Ha.h something met thee in the path 

Of worldliness and vanity, 
And pointed to the coming wrath, 
And warned thee from that wrath to 
flee? 

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Sinner, it was a heavenly voice — 

It was the Spirit's gracious call — 
It bade thee make the better choice, 
And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 
4 
Spurn not the call to life and light ; 
Regard in time the warning kind ; 
That call thou mayest not always slight, 
And yet the gate of mercy find. 
5 
Sinner, perhaps this very day, 

Thy last accepted time may be ; 
O, should'st thou grieve him now away, 
Then hope may never beam on thee. 



148 



Is there no hope ? 
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Is there no hope V O, sinner, pause ! 

Turn not away from heaven thy face ; 
Despise no more God's holy laws, 



Ls there no hope ? That word recall, 

Thy steps retrace, nor dare delay, 
Lest, ere thou turn, God's anger fall, 

And hope forever flee away. 
3 
Is the/e no hope? Yes, sinner, yes — 

Repent, and to the Saviour fly : 
"Will he be deaf to your distress, 

Who listens when the ravens cry ? 
4 
Return ! — the bow of promise mark, 

Above where death's dark billows roar ; 
For soon, when sinks thy fragile bark, 

'Twill shine upon thy soul no more 



149 Expostulation. watts. 

1 Sinner, O why so thoughtless grewn; 
Why in such dreadful haste to die ? 
Daring to leap to worlds unknown, 
Heedless against thy God to fly ! 

2 Willi thou despise eternal fate, 
Urged on by sin's fantastic dreams ? 
Madly attempt the infernal gate, 
And force thy passage to the flames ? 

3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, 
Behold, the God of love unfold 
The glories of his dying pains, 
Forever telling, yet untold. 



150 Immediate Repentance. dwighi 

1 While life prolongs its precious light, 
Mercy is found — and peace is given ; 
But soon — ah soon ! approaching night 
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 

2 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing 
Shall death command you to the grave ; 
Before His bar your spirits bring, 
Who then will neither hear nor save. 

3 In that lone land of deep despair, 
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise 
No God regard your bitter prayer, 
No Saviour call you to the skies. 

4 Now God invites — how blessed the day 
How sweet the gospel's charming sound 
Come, sinners, haste — oh, haste away, 
While yet a pardoning God is found. 



151 Youth Admonished. 

1 Why will ye die ? ye thoughtless youth 
Despise the words of life and truth, 
And heedless rush* along the road, 
Away from happiness and God ? 

2 Why will ye die? while mercy plead* 
And angels weep, and Jesus bleeds ; 
Whv will ye seek the sinner's death, 
And scoff at Christ with dying breath? 

3 Why will ye die, and nothing gain, 
But shame and anguish, sin and pain ? 
While saints and angels ^yaiting stand, 
To lead thee to the promised land ? 



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To 'scape from hell and fly to heaven ; 
The day of grace, and mortals may 
Secure the blessings of the day. 

3 The living know that they must die, 
Bui all the dead forgotten lie ; 

Their memory and their sense is gone, 
Alike unknowing and unknown. 

4 Then what my thoughts design to do, 
My hands with all your might pursue ; 
Since no device or work is found, 

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 

5 There are no acts of pardon passed 
In the cold grave to which we haste ; 
But darkness, death, and long despair, 
Reign in eternal silence there. 



153 One Thing Needful. nonnniDGE. 

1 Why will ye waste on trifling cares 
That life which God's compassion spares, 
While, in the various range of thought, 
The one thing needful is forgot ? 

2 Shall God invite you from above ? 
Shall Jesus urge his dying love ? 

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And all these pleas unite in vain ? 

3 Not so your eyes will always view 
Those objects which you now pursue ; 
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He who all your lives hath strove, 
Wooed you to embrace his love ; — 

Will ye not his grace receive ? 
Will ye still refuse to live ? 
Oh ! ye dying sinners, why — 
Why will ye forever die ? 



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1 When thy mortal life is fled, 
When the death-shades o'er thee spread. 
When is finished thy career, 
Sinner, wnere wilt thou appear? 

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When the wicked quail with fear, 
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When' the saints and thou must part ? 
When the good with joy are crowned, 
Sinner, where wilt thou be found? 

5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, 
Quickly to the Saviour fly ; 
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer; 
Then in heaven shaft thou appear. 

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1 Haste, O sinner ! — 'now be wise ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Wisdom if you still despise, 
Harder is it to be won. 

2 Haste — and mercy now implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy season should J^e o'er, 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 

3 Haste, O sinner! — now return; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Haste, O sinner! — now be blest 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest perdition thee arrest, 
Ere the morrow is bejmn. 



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15? Eternity Contemplated, c. wesley. 

3 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, 

Yet bow insensible ! 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to yon heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in heil. 

2 God, my inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtless heart 

Eternal things impress ; 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And save me ere it be too late : 

Wake me to righteousness. 

S Before me place, in dread array, 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 
To meet a joyful doom ? 

4 Be this my one great business here, — 
With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling sure ! 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
And surfer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure ! 

5 Then, Father, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with thee above, 
"Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full, supreme delight, 

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3 My soul, attend the solemn call, 
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall, 

And thou must take thy flight, 
Beyond the vast ethereal blue, 
To love and sing as angels do, 

Or sink in endless night. 

4 But shall my soul be then extinct, 
And cease to be, or cease to think ? 

It cannot, cannot be : 
Thou ! my immortal, cannot die, 
What wilt thou do, or whither fly, 

When death shall set thee free ? 

5 Will mercy then its arms extend ? 
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend ? 

And heaven thy dwelling-place ? 
Or shall insulting fiends appear, 
To drag thee down to black despair, 

Beyond the reach of grace ? 



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1 My days, my weeks, my months, my 

years, 
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres, 

Around the steady pole ; 
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 
Forever flowing to the deeps, 

Where ceaseless ages roll. 

2 The grave is near the cradle seen, 
How swift the moments pass between ! 

And whisper as they fly — 
u Unthinking man remember this, 
That, 'mid thy sublunary bliss, 

Thou soon must fade and die ! 



160 T. HASTINGS. 

1 That warning voice, O sinner hear ! 
And while salvation lingers near, 

The heav'nly call obey ; 
Flee from destruction's downward path, 
Flee from the threat'ning storm of wrath, 

That rises o'er thy way. 

2 Soon night comes on with thick'ning 

shade, 
The tempest hovers o'er thy head, 

The winds their fury pour : 
The lightnings rend the earth and skies, 
The thunders roar, the flames arise; 

What terrors fill that hour. 

3 That warning voice, O sinner, hear, 
Whose accents linger on thine ear; 

Thy footsteps now retrace ; 
Renounce thy sins and be forgiv'n, 
Believe, become an heir of heav'n, 

And sing redeeming grace. 

4 Then, while a voice of pardon speaks, 
The storm is hush'd, the morning breaks, 

The heavens are all serene ; 
Fresh verdure clothes the beauteous fields, 
Joy echoes on the distant hills, 

New wonders fill the scene. 



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That men should error choose ; 
That dying men should Christ reject, 
And endless life refuse. 

4 Weep for the lost ! The lost will weep, 

In that long night of woe, 
On which no star of hope will rise, 
And tears in vain will flow. 

5 Weep for the lost ! Lord, make us weep, 

And toil, with ceaseless care, 
To save our friends, ere yet they pass 
That point of deep despair. C0LVEiU 

162 Quench not the Spirit. M. s. 

1 Quench not the Spirit of the Lord, 

The Holy One from heaven ; 
The Comforter, beloved, adored, 
To man in mercy given. 

2 Quench not the Spirit of the Lord ; 

He will not always strive : 
O tremble at that awful word ! 
Sinner! awake and live. 
8 Quench not the Spirit of the Lord, 
It is thy only hope : 
O let his aid be now implored ; 
Let prayer be lifted 



163 Repentance Commanded, doddridge. 

1 " Repent !" the voice celestial cries ; 

No longer dare delay : 
The soul that scorns the mandate dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 

2 No more the sovereign eye of God 

O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
His heralds now are sent abroad 
To warn the world of sin. 

3 O sinners, in his presence bow, 

And all your guilt confess ; 
Accept the offered Saviour no w, 
Nor trifle with his grace. 

4 Soon will the awful trumpet sound, 

And call you to his bar ; 
His mercy knows th' appointed bound, 
And yields to justice there. 

5 Amazing love, that yet will call, 

And yet prolong our days ! 
Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, 
And weep, and love, and praise. 

164 Vain Man, Forbear. 

Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear, 
Repent — thy end is nigh ; 

Death at the furthest, can't be far, 
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Pronounce the sound Depart ! 

3 The thunder of that dismal word 

Would so distress my ear, 
T' would tear my soul asunder, Lord, 
With most tormenting fear. 

4 Ob, wretched state of deep despair, 

To see my God remove — 
And fix my doleful station where 
1 must not taste His love! 

5 Jesus. I throw my arms around, 

And hang upon Thy breast, 
Without a gracious smile from Thee, 
My spirit cannot rest. 

6 Oh ! tell me that my worthless name 

I- graven on Thy hands: 
Show me some promise in Thy book, 
Where my salvation stands. 

7 Give me one kind, assuring word, 

To sink my fears again : 
And cheerfully my soul shall wait 
Her threescore years and ten. 

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16G Divine Pleadings. WM, Hague. 

1 Hark ! sinner, hark ! God speaks to ther : 

How shall I let thee go ? 
How shall I thy destruction see, 
And all thine anguish know? 

2 Sinner, how shall I give thee up? 

I've loved thee as a child; 
Yet of thy sins, thou fill'st the cup^ 
As if with passion wild. 

3 Sinnei. how shall I let thee go ? 

My heart doth yearn for thee, 
Yet thou dost love transgression so, 
Thou wilt not turn to me. 

4 O sinner, stop ! pause in thy path, — 

Pause, ere it be too late ; 
And now, while I hold back my wrath, 
Escape thy threatening fate. 

5 But if thou wilt not, then I must 

Forever let thee go ; 
And that I am both kind and just, 
The universe shall know ! 

167 The Soul. Montgomery 

1 What is the thing of greatest price, 
The whole creation round ? 
That, which was lost in paradise, 
That, which in Christ is found. 



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4 But to those who have confessed, 

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He will say, " Come near, ye blessed ; 
See the kingdom I bestow : 

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169 The Ark of Safety. kelly. 

I To the ark away ! or perish, 
Sinners, to the ark away ! 
Yain the hope, that thousands cherish, 
Of deliverance in that day, 

When destruction 
Cometh, that no arm can stay. 



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To the ark that open lies ; 
Why, O why, in folly waste ye, 
Precious time that quickly flies ? 

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3 Hear the Lord himself invite you 

To his arms — a refuge sure ; 
O believe him, lest he smite you 
With a curse that none can cure ; 

When he thunders, 
Who his anger can endure Q 

4 They are safe, and none besides them 

Who the Saviour's word obey ; 
They are safe, for he will hide them, 
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The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all heard ; 

Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred ! 

From sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, 

All the vast generations of man are come forth. 

The judgment ! the judgment ! the thrones are all set, 

Where the Lamb, and the white-vested elders are met ; 

There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, 

And the doom of eternity hangs on His word. 

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And all that life is love. 

I There is a death whose pang 
Outlasts the fleeting breath ; 

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5 Lord God of truth and grace, 
Teach us that death to shun, 

1 est we be banished from thy face, 

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1 I saw, beyond the tomb, 

The awful Judge appear, 
Prepared to scan, with strict account, 
My blessings wasted here. 

2 His wrath like flaming fire, 

Burned to the lowest hell ; 
And in that hopeless world of wo, 
He bade my spirit dwell. 

3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, 

While yet 'tis called to-day; 
Soon will the awful voice of death 
Command your souls away. 

4 Soon will the harvest close — 

The summer soon be o'er ; 
And soon your injured, angry God 
Will hear your prayers no more. 



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1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 

The gladly-solemn sound ; 
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To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

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183 The Gospel Proclamation. 

1 Hark ! the Gospel trumpet's sounding ! 

Sinners, hear the joyful call ; 
Christ, in pardoning love abounding, 

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To the Lord for mercy flee ; 
Though the strongest fetters bind you, 

His salvation makes you free. 
Hark ! the Gospel trumpet's sounding ! 

Sinners, hear the joyful call ; 
Christ, in pardoning love abounding, 

Offers liberty to all. 

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1 Tell us, wanderer, wildly roving 
From the path that leads to peace, 

Pleasure's false enchantment loving-r- 
When will thy delusion cease ? 

Once, like thee, by joys surrounded, 
We could kneel at pleasure's shrine. 

Then our brightest hopes were bounded 
By delights as false as thine. 

2 But those visions never blessed us — 
Soon their fleeting day was o'er; 

Then the world that had caressed us, 
Charmed us with its smiles no more. 

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188 Sinners Exhorted. 

1 Sinners, hear the melting story 
Of the Lamb that once was slain ; 

*T is the Lord of life and glory ; 
Shall he plead with you in vain ? 

O receive him, 
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2 Yield no more to sin and folly, 
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HYMNS FOR 
189 The Spirit and the Bride say Come. 
1 Mourning sinner, come to Jesus, 

Now the Spirit whispers, " Come ;" 
True your many sins are grievous, 
4nd deserve a fearful doom ; 

Still the Spirit 
Bids you to the Saviour come. 



2 Mourning sinner, filled with anguish, 
Hear the Bride of Christ say, " Come ;" 

Dry your tears and cease to languish, 
There is hope beyond the tomb ; 

Come to Jesus, 
At the gospel feast there's room. 

3 Come, poor sinner, come to Jesus I 
All who hear, repeat the cry ; 

Come to him who died to save us; 
From the swift avenger fly. 

Come to Jesus, 
Heaven and earth invite thee nigh. 

4 Ho ! ye weary souls and thirsty, 
Here are streams that never dry, 

Gushing streams of living waters, — 



"ADDOMS." 

Without money, come and buy. 

Come to Jesus, 
Freely drink and never die. col ver. 



190 The Last Invitation, s. F. smith. 
1 Oft the tidings of salvation, 

Have been pressed upon our ears; 
Who has heard the imitation ; 

Who in sinning perseveres t 
Who, rebellious, 

Still in sinning perseveres ? 

I 2 Thoughtless ones, while ye, departing, 

Hasten from these scenes away, 
Let your spirits, onward darting, 
See another parting day ; 
Fast approaching 
See another parting day. 

3 Each one in this congregation 
Then must go to heaven or hell — 

Pains unknown or sweet salvation — 
There for evermore to dwell ; 

None escaping, 
There for evermore to dwell. 



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While my counsel thou'st spurn'd, and my Spirit hast grieved. 

3 Though countless thy sins, and though crimson thy guilt, 
Yet for crimes such as thine was my blood freely spilt; 
Come sinner, and prove me ; come, mourner, and see 
The wounds that I bore, when I suffer'd for thee. 

4 Thou doubt'st not my power — deny not my will ; 
Come, needy, come, helpless, thy soul I will fill ; 
My mercy is boundless ; no sinner shall say, 

That he sued at my feet — but was driven away. J. B. W. 



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Say, will you be forever blest V 

Will you be saved from sin and hell ? 
Will you with Christ in glory dwell ? 

3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, 
Obey the gospel's joyful sound; 

Come, go with us, and you shall prove 
The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 

4 Once more we ask you in his name — 
For yet his love remains the same — 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 

Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 

5 Leave all your sports and glitt'ring toys, 
Come share with us eternal joys : 

Or must we leave you bound to hell V 
Then, dearest friends, a long farewell ! 



194 The Supper Ready, -tfc wesley. 

1 Sinners, obey the gospel word, 
Haste to the supper of your Lord; 
Be wise to know your gracious day, 
All things are ready, come away. 

2 Ready the Father is to own 
And welcome his returning son; 
Ready the gracious Saviour stands, 
And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 

3 Ready the Spirit from abeve 
To fill the broken heart with love ; 
To apply and witness Jesus' blood, 
And wash and seal you sons of God. 

4 Ready for you the angels w r ait, 
To triumph in your blest estate; 
Tuning their harps by which they praise 

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And there my guilt confess ; 

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 
Without his sovereign grace. 

4 I'll to the gracious King approach, 
Whose sceptre pardon gives; 

Perhaps he will command my touch— 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
Perhaps will hear my prayer* 

But if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

6 I can but perish if I go ; 
I am resolved to try ; 

For if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die. . 



196 Inquirers directed to Christ. 

1 All ve, who feel your guilt and thrall, 
And fear eternal wo, 

Attend the gospel's gracious call — 
Thii hour to Jesus go. 

2 His cross, that pours a cleansing flood, 
Shall all your stains remove; 

For every wound his precious blood 
A sovereign balm shall prove. 



3 His conquering grace shall set you free 
From sin's oppressive chains, 

From Satan's hateful tyranny, 
And everlasting pains. 

4 Come, then, ye heavy laden, come ! 
His instant help implore ; 

Millions have found in him a home— 
There's room for millions more. 



197 The Saviour at the Door. 

1 Amazing sight ! the Saviour stands 
And knocks at every door ! 

Ten thousand blessings in his hands, 
To satisfy the poor. 

2 " Behold," he with, " I bleed and die 
To bring you to my rest : 

Hear, sinners, while I'm passing b) , 
And be forever blest. 

3 " Will you despise my bleeding love, 
And choose the way to hell ? 

Or in the glorious realms above, 
With me forever dwell ? 

4 " Say, will you hear my gracious voice. 
And have your sins forgiven ? 

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Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
What melodious sounds we hear, 
Bursting on the ravished ear ! — 
" Love's redeeming work is done — 
Come and welcome, sinner, come !" 

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Divine compassion, mighty love, 

"Will all the painful load remove. 

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
Pardon, and life, and endless peace ; 

1 low rich the gift ! how free the grace | 

4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, 
The hope thy gracious words impart; 
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
And bles9 the kind, inviting voice. 

5 Dear Sa ~iour, let thy wondrous love 
Confirm our faith, our fears remove ; 
O, sweetly influence every breast, 
And gui le us to eternal rest. 



201 The Waiting Saviour, grigg. 

1 Behold a stranger at the door ! 

He gently knocks — has knocked before ; 
Has waited long — is waiting still ; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

2 O, lovely Saviour, see, he stands 
With melting heart and loaded hands! 
O, matchless kindness ! and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his fees. 

3 But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
He will ; the very friend you need ; 
The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis he, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 Admit him, ere his anger burn — 
His feet departed ne'er return : 
Admit him, or the hour's at hand 
You'll at his door rejected stand. 



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He calls you in mercy — O, slight not his favor. 

Your sins, th:it have risen as high as a mountain, 

Shall find full remission, in this precious fountain. Hallelujah, Sec. 
8 Jesus, our King, all blessed and glorious ! 

O'er sin. death, and hell, thine arm is victorious ; 

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Overwhelmed with helpless grief — 

Prostrate at thy feet repenting — 
Send, O send me quiek relief! 

3 Whither should a wretch be flying, 
But to him who comfort gives ? 

Whither, from the dread of dying, 
But to him who ever lives ? 

4 On the word thy blood hath sealed, 
Hangs my everlasting all ; 

Let thine arm be now revealed, 
Stay, O stay me, lest I fall ! 



201 Penitent's Prayer, ch. psalmist. 

1 Saviour, hear us through thy merit, 
Lowly bending at thy feet ; 

O. draw near us by thy Spirit, 
Prostrate at thy mercy-seat ! 

2 Wretched, sinful, and unworthy ; 
Sick, and 'poor, and deaf, and blind ; 

Oil unmindful, while before thee, 
That we need a friend so kind. 



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Of forgiveness through thy blood ! 
Come, thou gracious, bleeding Saviour, 
Be our Advocate with God. 

4 For the joys of thy salvation, 
Still we raise our cries to thee ; 

Hear the voice of supplication, 
Set our souls at liberty. 

205 A Fountain opened for Sin. 

1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain, 
Sinners, ruined by the fall; 

Here a pure and healing fountain 
Flows to you, to me, to all. 

2 Come, in sorrow and contrition, 
Wounded, impotent, and blind ; 

Here the guilty, free remission, 

Here the troubled, peace may find. 

3 He that drinks shall live forever; 
'T is a soul-renewing flood ; 

God is faithful ;— God will never 
Break his covenant of blood. 

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To make a sinner whole. 
4 Here then, from day to day, 

I'll wait, and hope, and try ; 
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, 

Yet suffer him to die ? newton. 



207 COWPER. 

1 My former hopes are fled, 
My terror now begins; 

1 feel, alas ! that I am dead, 

In trespasses and sins. 

2 Ah, whither shall I fly V 
I hear the thunder roar ; 

The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
And vengeance at the door. 

8 When I review my ways, 
I dread impending doom ; 

But sure, a friendly whisper says, 
" Flee from the wrath to come." 

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4 I see, or think I see, 

A glimm'ring from afar; 
A beam of day that shines for me, 
To save me from despair. 

5 Forerunner of the sun, 

It marks the pilgrim's way : 
I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
And watch the rising day. 



208 Awakened. ANOH 

1 I just begin to see ; 

Ah ! Lord, what shall I do ? 
How shall a wretched sinner /lee 
From everlasting wo V 

2 I dare no longer stay 

So nigh the jaws of hell : 
Yet how to go, or find the way 
To Christ,' I cannot tell. 

3 O Lord, though I am vile, 
Receive me as I am ; 

And let thy sovereign mercy smile 
On me, through Christ the Lamb. 



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3 But no such sacrifice I plead 
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Ko blood, but thou hast spilt. 

j I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord, 

iJo thou my sins forgive ; 
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That bids the sinner live, stknnett. 



210 Condemned by the Law 

1 Ah, what can I, a sinner, do, 
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I feel the hardness of my heart, 
And conscience knows no rest 



2 Great God, thy good and perfect law, 
Does all my life condemn, 

The secret evils of my soul 
Fill me with fear and shame. 

3 How many precious Sabbaths gone 
I never can recall ; 

And O, what cause have I to mourn. 
Who misimproved them all ! 

4 How long, how often have I heard 
Of Jesus and of heaven ; 

Yet scarcely listen'd to his word, 
Or pray'd to beforgiv'n ! 



5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to 1 
And grant renewing grace; 

For thou this flinty heart canst break, 
And thine shall be the praise. 



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Fountain of rest, thou, Saviour, art; 

Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

3 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 
Tin light and easy burden prove ; 

The cross, all stained with hallowed blood, 
The labor of thy dying love. 

1 I would ; but thou must give the power ; 

My heart from every sin release ; 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 

And fill my soul with heavenly peace. 

5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, 
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ; 

Appear, in my poor heart appear ; 
My God, my Saviour, come away. 



212 Coming to the Saviour. 

1 Wretched and guilty as I am, 
Almighty God, I come to thee ; 

No other refuge can I find, 

No other hope my soul can see. 

2 In vain I hide my deep distress ; 

In vain I seek the world's false smile ; 
My heart is beating with its fears, 

And breaks with sorrow all the while. 

3 I sought the pleasures of the world ; 
I sought the joys of wealth and fame 

But kept the cause "of grief within, 
And found the aching heart the same, 

4 Now, Saviour, Father, Mighty One, 
I come to thee — to thee alone ; 

I cast my former hopes away ; 
O, let thy blood for me atone. 



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214 Trusting in Christ for Pardon. 
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W ilt thou not save a soul from death 

That casts itself on thee ? 

1 have no refuge of my own, 

But fly to what my Lord hath done 
And suffered once for me. 



Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
Ilis spotless righteousness I plead, 

And his availing blood; 
That righteousness my robe shall be, 
That merit shall atone for me, 

And bring me near to God. 



Then save me from eternal death, 
The spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolations send ; 
By him 6ome word of life impart, 
And sweetly whisper to my heart, 

" Thy Maker is thy friend." 

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A welcome messenger to me, 

To bid me come away ; 
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 
I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings, 

To everlasting day. toplady. 



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Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 
My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 

And knew not where to go ; 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
The sinner must be born again, 

Or sink to endless wo. 



The saints I heard with rapture tell 
How Jesus conquered death and hell, 

And broke the fowler's snare : 
Yet when I found this truth remain, 
The sinner must be born again, 

I sunk in deep despair. 

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The gracious Saviour passed this waj, 

And filled my heart with love ; 
The sinner, by his justice slain, 
Now by his grace is born again, 

And hopes for bliss above. 

21G Pleading for Acceptance. 

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To take thy ransomed people home, 

Shall I among them stand ? 

Shall such a worthless worm as I, 

Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand ? 



I love to meet thy people now, 
Before thy feet with them to bow, 

Though vilest of them all ; 
But — can I bear the piercing thought ?— 
What if my name should be left out, 

When thou for them shalt call ? 



O Lord, prevent it by thy grace ; 
Be thou my only hiding-place, 

In this th' accepted day ; 
Thy pardoning voice, 0, let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear, 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 



When to the law I trembling fled. 
It poured its curses on my head — 

I no relief could find ; 
This fearful truth increased my pain, 
The sinner must be born again, 

And whelmed mv tortured mind. 



And when the final trump shall sound, 
Among thy saints let me be found, 

To bow before thy face : 
Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

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Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; 
Nor ever from thy Lord depart : 

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My spi*\t to bless ; 
Cheeriess unbelief, 

F'iled my laboring soul with grief; 
What shall give relief, 
What shall give peace ? 



I then turned to thy gospel, Lord, 

From folly away, 
I then trusted thy holy word, 

That taught me to pray ; 



Here I found release, 
Weary spirit here found rest, 
Hope of endless bliss, 
Eternal day. 



I will now praise my heavenly king, 

I'll praise and adore; 
The heart's richest tribute bring, 

To thee, God of power; 

And in heaven above, 
Saved by thy redeeming love, 

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2 Let the world despise* and leave me, 

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Human hearts and looks deceive me, 

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God of wisdom, love, and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends disown me ; 

Show thy face, and all is bright 

3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure, 

Come, disaster, scorn and pain ; 
In thy service, pain is pleasure, 

With thy favor, loss is gain ; 
I have called thee Abba, Father, 

I have set my heart on thee ; 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 

All must work for good to me. Montgomery 

Rejoicing in Hope of the Glory of God. 

1 Know, my soul, thy full salvation ; 

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care, 
Joy to find, in every station, 

Something still to do or bear : 
. Think what Spirit dwells within thee : 

Think what Father's smiles are thine ; 
Think what Jesus did to win thee : 

Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 

2 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 

Armed by faith and winged by prayer; 
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee ; 

God's own hand shall guide thee there : 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission; 

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And mourned because I found it not ; 
My grief, my burden long has been; 
Because I could not cease from sin. 

4 The more I strove against its power, 
I sinned and stumbled but the more; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

" Come hither, soul ; I am the way." 

5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, blest Lamb, 
Wilt take me to thee as I am ; 
Nothing but sin I thee can give, 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

6 Then will I tell to sinners round 
What a dear Saviour I have found ; 
Til point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, " Behold the way to God." 

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222 The Penitent going to Christ. 

1 Just as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bidst me come to thee, 

O Lamb of God, I com* 1 , 1 come ! 

2 Just, as I am — and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark biot, 

To thee, whose blood can cleanse each 
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3 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ; 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 

4 Just as I am, thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! 
Because thy promise I believe, 

O Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 

5 Just as I am — thy love unknown, 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come, I come ! 

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223 Self-Dedication. davies 

1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine ; 
Purchased alone by blood divine ; 
With full consent I yield to thee. 
And own thy sovereign right to me. 

2 Grant me, in mercy, now a place 
Among the children of thy grace ; 
A wretched sinner, lost to God. 
But ransomed, by ImmanutTs blood. 

3 Thee my new Master now I call, 
And consecrate to thee my all : . 
Lord, let me live and die to thee ; 
Be thine through ail eternity. 



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I saw the sins his blood had spilt, 

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3 A second look he gave, which said, 

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Thus, while his death my sin displays 

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And welcome this revival day. 

4 Daughters of Zion, sons of God, 
Rise with melodious songs aloud ; 
Tell to the world how blest are they, 
Who share in a revival day. 

5 O, sinners, cast your weapons down, 
Ye lukewarm, rouse ! your folly own, 
And chant aloud Jehovah's praise, 
Who grafts us these revival days. 

6 O Fither, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God in whom we all can trust, 
Take not the heavenly Dove away, 
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1 Rejoice, for Christ, the Saviour reigns ; 

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And sinners, cleansed from all their stains, 

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2 His sons and daughters from afar 
Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; 

Those who were dead in sin before 
By sov'reign grace are made alive. 

3 O, may his conquests still increase, 
Angl ev'ry foe his power subdue ! 

While angels celebrate his praise, 
And saints his growing glories show. 

227 Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. 

1 Who can describe the joys that rise, 
Through all the courts of Paradise, 
To see a penitent return, — 

To see an heir of glory born V 

2 With joy the Father does approve 
The fruit of his eternal love ; 

The Son with joy looks down, and sees 
The purchase of his agonies. 

3 The Spirit takes delight to view 
The holy soul he formed anew ; 
And saints and angels join to sing 
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Next door to death he found me, 

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His wondrous power to save. 

From men great skill professing, 

I thought a cure to gain ; 
But this proved more distressing, 

And added to my pain. 
Some said that nothing ailed me ; 

Some gave me up for lost ; 
Thus every refuge failed me, 

And all my hopes were crossed. 

At length, this great Physician — 

How matchless is his grace ! 
Accepted my petition, 

And undertook my case ; 
First gave me sight to view him, — 

For sin my eyes had sealed, — 
Then bade me look unto him : 

1 looked, and I was healed. 

A dying, risen Jesus, 

Seen by the eye of faith. 

At once from danger frees us, 
And saves the soul from doath. 



Come, then, to this Physician ; 

His help he'll freely give ; 
He makes no hard condition ; 

'Tis only, Look and live. 

NEWTON. 



233 Looking forward to Heaven. 

1 From every earthly pleasure, 

From every transient joy, 
From every mortal treasure, 

That soon will fade and die ; 
No longer these desiring, 

Upward our wishes tend, 
To nobler bliss aspiring, 

The joys that never end. 

2 From every piercing sorrow, 

That heaves our breast to-day, 
Or threatens us to-morrow, 

Hope turns our eyes away : 
On wings of faith ascending, 

We see the land of light, 
And feel our sorrows ending 

In infinite delight. 

3 'Tis true we are but strangers, 

We sojourn here below; 
And countless snares and dangers 

Surround the path we go; 
Though painful and distressing, 

Yet there's a rest above ; 
And onward still we're pressing, 

To reach that land of love. 



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THE SACRED LYRE, 



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3 'Twas a heaven below 
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CONFERENCE MELODIES. 



237 Forsaking Sinful Pleasures, watts. 
1 I send the joys of earth away; 

Away, ye tempters of the mind ! 
False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 

And empty as the whistling wind. 



2 Your streams were floating me along 
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121 



With spirit. 



REST FOR THE WEARY. 

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Shout for gladness, O ye ransom'd ! 
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Zion's gates will open for you, 

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There is rest, &c. 



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4 Into the harbor of heaven now we glida, 

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We're home at last ; 
Glory to God! all our dangers are o'er; 
Safely we stand on the radiant shore, 
Glory to God ! we will shout evermore, 

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6 This was wondrous grace indeed, 
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Sinners, trust in Jesus' name, 

You will find him still the same. 



242 Signs of Revival, nettlexon 

1 Saw ye not the cloud arise, 

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Hangs o'er aU the thirsty land. 

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All the blessings of his love. 

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Now the word doth swiftly run, 
Now it wins its widening way. 

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REVIVALS. 



125 



COMING HOME. C. M. 



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4 Nor angels can their joys contain, 

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" The sinner lost is found," they sing, 
And strike the sounding lyre. 



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THE SACRED LYRE, 



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Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 

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Lost in wonder, love and praise. 

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REVIVALS. 



129 



HYMNS FOR "LOVE DIVINE. 1 



218 Worldlp Pleasures Renounced. 
1 Vain are all terrestrial pleasures; 
ZVlix'd wfch dross the purest gold ; 
Seek we then for heavenly treasures — 

Treasures never waxing old. 
Let our best affections centre 

On the things around the throne: 
There no thief can ever enter ; 
Moth and rust are there unknown. 

. Earthly joys no longer please us ; 

Here would we renounce them all; 
Seek our only rest in Jesus, 

] lim our Lord and Master call. 
.Vaith, our languid spirits cheering, 

Points to brighter worlds above ; 
Bi'b us look for his appearing ; 

Bids us triumph in his love. 

4 May our Mght be always burning, 

And ovTbins be girded round, 
Wail'it* tar our Lord's returning, 

Lcn,Ti v &* v Le welcome sound. 
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Should h« couk! .\i i\ight or morning, 

Early da. Til, cr t\ining shade. 



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1 Light of those who^e Ouary dwelling 

Borders on the sh.uVv i«f death, 
Rise on us, Thyself iuv\ ilmg, 

Dissipate the clouds lviv.ath. 
Thou, of heaven and earth Creator, 

In our deepest darkness line, 
Scatter all the night of nature, 

Pouring light upon our eyCi. 

2 Still we wait for thine appearh;*?; 

Life and joy thy beams iinp&it, 
Chasing all our fears, and cheer.ng 

Every poor, benighted heart. 
Come, and manifest the favor 

Thou hast for the ransonvd race ; 
Tome, thou glorious God and Saviour, 

Come, and bring the gospel grace 

5 Sav<: us, in thy great eompassion, 
thou mild, pacific Prince ! 

Give the knowledge of salvation, 
(Jive ihe pardon of our sins. 



By thine all-sufficient merit, 
Every burdened soul release ; 

Every weary, wandering spirit, 
Guide into thy perfect peace. 

250 Great Redeemer. en. ltrb. 

1 Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, 

Thou hast wondrous power to save ; 
Grant me grace, and still protect me, 

Over life's tempestuous wave. 
May my soul, with sacred transport, 

View the dawn while yet afar; 
And until the sun arises, 

Lead me by the morning star. 

2 O, what madness ! O, what folly ! 

That my heart should go astray 
After vain and foolish trifles; 

Trifles only of a day. 
This vain world, with all its pleasures, 

Soon, ah soon will be no more; 
There's no object worth admiring, 

But the God whom we adore. 

3 See the happy spirits waiting, 

On the banks beyond the stream, 
Sweet responses still repeating, 

Jesus, Jesus, is their theme. 
Worlds of light and crowns of glory, 

Far above yon azure sky ! 
Though by faith I now behold you, 

I'll enjoy you soon on high. 



1 251 

1 1 Far from mortal cares retreating, 

Sordid hopes, and vain desires, 
Here, our willing footsteps meeting, 

Every heart to heaven aspires. 
From the fount of glory beaming, 

Light celestial cheers our eyes ; 
Mercy from above proclaiming 

Peace and pardon from the skies. 
"Who may share this great salvation ? 

Every pure and humble mind ; 
Every kindred, tongue, and nation, 

From the stains of guilt refined. 
Blessings all around bestowing, 

God withholds his care from none, 
Grace and mercy ever flowing 

From the fountain of his throne. 



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No earthly e harms my soul can move ; 
I have a mansion in his heart, 
Nor death nor hell shall make us part. 

i O* may my spirit daily rise 
On wings of faith above the skies, 
Till death shall make my last remove 
To dwell forever with my love. 



233 The Noblest Resolution. Steele. 

1 May I resolve, with all my heart, 
With all my pow'rs, to serve the Lord ; 

Nor from his presence e'er depart 
Whogp! service is a rich reward. 

2 O, be his service all my joy ! 
Around let my example shine, 

Till others love the blest employ, 
And join in labors so divine. 



3 Be this the purpose of my soul, 
My solemn, my determin'd choice, 

To yield to his supreme control, 
And in his kind commands rejoice. 

4 O, may I never faint, nor tire, 

Nor, wand'ring, leave his sacred wa} s. 
Great God ! accept my soul's desire, 
And give me strength to live thy praiffe 



254 Self- dedication to God. tees, davii 9 
1. Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 
Purchased alone by blood divine; 
With full consent I yield to thee, 
And own thy sovereign right to me. 

2 Grant me, in mercy, now a place 
Among the children of thy grace; 
A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by ImmanueFs blood 



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I'm going home, &C. 

3 While here, a stranger far from home, 
Affliction's waves may round me foam ; 
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Be mine the happier lot to own 

A heavenly mansion near the throne. 
I'm going home, &c. 

5 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, 
And sun and moon refuse to shine, 

All nature sink and cease to be, 
That heavenly mansion stands for me. 
I'm going home, &c. 



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257 Joy in Heaven. keedham. 258 The Contrite Heart. cowrEtt 

1 Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy, , 1 The Lord will happiness divine 

When but one sinner turns. On contrite hearts bestow; 

And with an humble, broken heart, , Then>tell me, gracious God! is mine 

His sins and errors mourns! A contrite heart or do? 

pleased with the news, the saints below I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 



In songs their tongues employ 
Beyond the skies the tidings go, 

And heaven is filled with joy. 
2 Well pleased, the Father sees and hears 

The conscious sinner's moan ; 
Jesus receives him in his arms, 

And claims him for his own. 
Nor angels can their joys contain, 

But kindle with new fire: 
u The sinner lost is found," they sing, 

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Insensible as steel ; 
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 

To find I cannot feel. 
2 I sometimes think myself inclined 

To love thee if I could : 
But often feel another mind, 

Averse to all that's good. 
O, make this heart rejoice or ache, 

Decide this doubt for me ; 
And, if it be not broken, break ; 

And heal it if it be. 



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Just o'er the narrow flood, 
And fields adorned in living green, 

The residence of God. 

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•1 My conflicts here will soon be past, 

Where wild distraction reigns ^ 
Throigh toil and death I'll reach at last 

Fair Canaan's happy plains. 
We'll stem the storm, &c. 

5 O could I cross rough Jordan's wave, 
No danger would I fear ; 

My bark would every tempest brave, 
For () ! my Captain's near. 
We'll stem the storm, &c. 

6 My lamp of life will soon grow pale, 
The spark will soon decay ; 

And then my happy soul will sail 
To everlasting day. 

We'll stem the storm, &c. 



2G0 Heaven Happy. watts. 

1 There is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign ; 

Eternal day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 
And never-withering flowers; 

Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
Stand dressed in living green ; 

So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 
While Jordan rolled between. 

4 O ! could we make our doubts remove— 
Those gloomy doubts that rise — 

And see the Canaan that we love, 
AVith unbeclouded eyes ; — 

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood 
And view *he landscape o'er, — 

Not Jordan's stream,nor death's cold flood 
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O'er deserts waste and wild : 
They found me nigh to death, 

Famish'd, and faint, and lone ; 
They bound me with the bands of love, 

They saved the wandering one. 

8 They spoke in tender love, 

They raised m v drooping head ; 
They gently closed my bleeding wounds, 

My fainting soul they fed : 
They washed my filth away, 

They made me clean and fair; 
They brought me to my home in peace, 

The long-sought wanderer. 



4 Jesus my Shepherd is, 

'Twas He that loved my soul, 
'Twas He that wash'd me in His blood, 

'Twas He that made me whole : 
'Twas He that sought the lost, 

That found the wandering sheep, 
'Twas He that brought me to the fold — 

'Tis He that still doth keep. 

5 No more a wand'ring sheep, 

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I love the peaceful fold : 
No more a wayward child, 

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And ever in his love abide; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified i 

3 O that I could all invite, 
This saving truth to prove; 

Show the length, the breadth, the height, 

And depth of Jesus' love; 
Fain 1 would to sinners show, 

His blood by faith alone applied, 
Only Jesus will 1 know, 

And Je.sus crucified ! c. wesley. 



2G3 Christ a Refuge. 

\ To the haven of thv breast, 

O Son of Man, I fly ! 
Be my refuge and my rest, 

For, O ! the storm is high ; 
Save me from the furious blast ; 

A covert from the tempest be ; 
Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast 

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2 Welcome as the water-spring 
To a dry and barren place ; 

O descend on me and bring 
Thy sweet refreshing grace ; 

O'er a parched and weary land. 
As a great rock extends its shade, 

Hide me, Saviour, with thy hand, 
And screen my naked head. 

3 In the time of my distress 
Thou hast my "succor beer, 

In my utter helplessness 

Restraining me from sin, 
O how swiftly didst thou move 

To save me in the trying hjy? i 
Still protect me with thy love, 

And shield me with thy power. 

4 First and last in me perform 
The. work thou hast begun: 

Be my shelter from the storm, 
My shadow from the sun : 

Weary, parched w'nh thirst, and faint, 
Till thou til* abiding Spirit breathe, 

Every moment, Lord, I want 
The mvnt of thy death. 



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My heart aud my treasure's in heaven above; 
Through grace I'm determined I'll never o-ivc o'er, 
Till safely I'm landed on fair Canaan's shore. 



2G5 Prayer for Acceptance. BAPTIST OOL. 

1 Jesus, our Saviour. Jesus, our j 

By tl n, the grace of thy word, 

s, redeem us. dwell ever within, 
To keep by thy Spirit, our spirits from sin. 

2 Till crowned with thy glory, and waving the pa;m, 
Our garments all white from the blood of the Lamb, 
We join the bright millions of saints gone before, 
And bless Thee, and wonder, and praise evermore. 

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3 Known to all to be Thy mansion, 
Earth and hell will disappear; 

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J 3 The nearer still she draws to land. 
More eager all her powers expand : 
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j Again for joy she claps her wings, 
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1 Upon the crystal pavement down 
At Jesus' pierced feet, 

Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, 
And His dear name repeat. 

2 And palms shah* wave, and harps shall 

ring, 
Beneath heaven's arches high, 
The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, 
That lives no more to die. 

3 O precious cross ! O glorious crown ! 
O resurrection day ! 

Yc angels ! from the heavens come down, 
Au i bear my soul away. 

270 Self -Dedication. anon. 

1 O Saviour, welcome to my heart ; 

Possess thy humble throne ; 
Bid every rival hence depart, 

And claim me for thy own. 



2 The world and Satan I forsake ; 

To thee I all resign ; 
My longing heart, O Jesus, take, 
And fill with love divine. 

3 O, may I never turn aside, 

Nor from thy bosom flee ; 
Let nothing here my heart divide; 
I give it all to thee. 



271 s. d. niELFS. 

1 O Jesus, keep me near thy ;ide, 

And ever shelter me ; 
In thy dear fold I would abide, 
Thy true disciple be. 

2 Dear Jesus ! thou hast loved me so, 

And sought me from above — 
O, never let me cease to know 
The sweetness of thy love. 

3 Blest Jesus ! take and rule my heart 

Each thought, all life, be thine ; 
Then may I see thee as thou art, 
And in thy glory shine 



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\ Fount of everlasting love ! 

Rich thy streams of mercy are — 
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Lo, thy church, thy garden now 

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Thine the glory — thine alone: 

Loudest praise to thee we sing. 
Hear, O hear, our grateful song; 

Let thy Spirit still descend ; 
Roll the tide of grace along, 

Widening, de(pening, to the end. 

R. PALMKU. 



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1 In all my Lord's appointed ways 
My journey I'll pursue ; 

" Hinder me not," ye much-loved sa'nts, 
For I must go with you. 

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, 
I'll follow where he goes ; 

"Hinder me not," shall be my cry, 
Though earth and hell oppose. 

3 Through duties and through trials too, 
I'll go at his command ; 

" Hinder me not," for I am bound 
lb my Immanuel's land. 

4 And, when my Saviour calls me heme, 
Still this my cry shall be, — 

f< Hinder me not," come, welcome, death; 
I'll gladly go with thee. 



276 Pledge of Fidelity, pratt's col 

1 Ye men and angels, witness now, — 
Before the Lord we speak ; 

To him we make our solemn vow, — 
A vow we dare not break, — 

2 That, long as life itself shall last, 
Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 

Nor from his cause will we depart, 
Or ever quit the field. 

3 We trust not in our native strength, 
But on his grace re 1 y ; 

May he, with our returning wants, 
All needful aid supply. 

4 O, guide our doubtful feet aright, 
And keep us in thy ways ; 

And, while we turn our vows to prayera, 
Turn thou our prayers to praise. 



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We'il seek in fellowship to prove, 

Joined in one spirit to our Lord, 
Together bound by mutual love. 

4 And while we pass this vale of tears, 
We'll make our joys and sorrows known; 

We'll share each other's hopes and fears, 
And count a brother's case- our own. 

5 Once more our welcome we repeat ; 
Receive assurance of our love ; 

0, may we all together meet 
Around the throne of God above. 

KELLY. 



278 Receiving Members. new ton. 

) Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, 

A hearty welcome here receive ; 
Mav we together now partake 

The joys which only he can give. 



3 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 
When Christians see each other thus ; 

We only wish to speak of Him 

Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us. 

4 Thus, as the moments pass away, 
We'll love, and wonder, and adore, 

And long to see the glorious day 

When we shall meet to part no more. 



279 Vows Recognized, doddripge. 

1 'Tis done ; the great transaction's done \ 
I am my Lord's, and he is mine : 

He drew me, and I followed on, 
Rejoiced to own the call divine. 

2 Xow rest, my long-divided heart ; 
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest : 

Here have 1 found a nobler part ; 

Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast 



2 .May lie, by whose kind care we meet, 3 High Heaven,that hears the solemn vow 
Send his good Spirit from above, That vow renewed shall daily hear, 

Make our communications sweet, Till in life's latest hour I bow 

And cause ^ur Hearts to burn with love. | And bless iu death a bond $o rlear. 



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281 The Jubilee, rev. melodies. 

1 "What heavenly music do I hear ? 
Salvation sounding free ! 

Ye souls in bondage lend an ear ; 
This is the Jubilee. 

2 Good news, good news, to Adam's race 1 
Let Christians all agree 

To sing redeeming love and grace ; 
This is the Jubilee. 

3 The gospel sounds a sweet release 
To all in misery ; 

And bids them welcome home to peace ; 
This is the Jubilee. 

4 Jesus is on the mercy-seat, 
Before him bend the knee; 

Let heaven and earth his praise repeat; 
This is the Jubilee. 

5 Sinners, be wise, return and come, 
Unto the Saviour flee ; 

The Saviour bids you welcome home; 
This is the Jubilee. 

6 Come, ye redeemed, your tribute bring, 
With songs of harmony; 

While on the road to Canaan sing; 
This is the Jubilee. 

282 The Change effected by Grace. 

1 "When God revealed his gracious name, 
And changed my mournful state, 

My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, 
The grace appeared so great 

2 The world beheld the glorious change, 
And did thy hand confess ; 

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My tongue broke out in unknown strain*, 
And sung surprising grace. 

3 "Great is the work," my neighbors cried, 
And owned thy power divine ; 

" Great is the work," my heart replied, 
" And be the glory thine." 

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 
Can give us day for night, 

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 
To rivers of delight. 

5 Let those who sow in sadness wait 
Till the fair harvest come ; 

They shall confess their sheaves are grea^ 
And shout the blessings home. 

WATTS. 



283 Returning to Zion. doddridg^ 

1 Sing, all ye ransom'd of the Lord — 
Your great Deliv'rer sing ! 

Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, 
Be joyful in your King! 

2 A hand divine shall lead you on 
Throfigh all the blissful road, 

Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your smiling. God. 

3 The garlands of immortal joy 
Shall bloom on cv'ry head, 

While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows, all are fled. 

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength 
Pursue his footsteps still ; 

And let the prospect cheer your eye 
While lab'ring up the hilL 



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4 May love, — that shining grace, 
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Direct my thoughts, suggest my words, 
And every action guide ! 

BEDDjOME. 



285 WATTS. 

1 O, bles9 the Lord, my soul ; 
Let all within me join, 
And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
Whose favors are divine. 

I O bless the Lord, my soul ; 
Nor let his mercies lie 
Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
And without praises die. 



3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 

'Tis he relieves thy pain ; 
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, 
And gives thee strength again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 

When ransomed from the grave , 
He who redeemed my soul from bell 
Hath sovereign power to save. 

286 Influence of Love. 

1 Love is the strongest tie 

That can our hearts unite ; 
Love makes our service liberty,- 
Our every burden light. 

2 We run in God's commands, 

When love directs the way ; 
With willing hearts, and active hand* 
Our Maker's will obey. 

UYMXS OF ZiOM. 



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Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let mv hope be lost. 



3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
And he can well secure 

What I've committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 
Before his Father's face, 

And in the new Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 

2 S3 The Christian Soldier. watts. 

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 
A follower of the Lamb V 

And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 
On flowery beds of ease 

While others fought to wih the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 
Must I not stem the flood V . 

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4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 
Increase my courage, Lord : 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

289 Pearl of Great Price. 

1 Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu 

A nobler choice be mine; 
A real prize attracts my view, 
A treasure all divine. 

2 Begone, unworthy of my cares, 

Ye specious baits of sense ; 
Inestimable worth appears, 
The pearl of price immense! 

3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 

O name divinely, s-weet ! 
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, 
Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 

4 Dear sovereign of my soul's desires, 

Thy love is bliss divire ; 
Accept the wish that love inspires, 
And bid me call thee mine. 



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All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 

O ! may my soul be "found in him, 
And of his righteousness partake. 

4 The best obedience of my hands 
Dares not appear before thy throne ; 

But faith can answer thy demands, 
By pleading what my Lord has done. 



291 The Christian Warfare. watts. 
L Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 

And gird the gospel armor on ; 
Mart h to the gates of endless joy, 

Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 

But hell and sin are vanquished foes; 
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, 

And sung the triumph when he rose. 



3 Then let my soul march boldly on, — 
Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 

There peace and joy eternal reign, 
And glittering robes for conquei ors wait 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
And triumph in almighty grace; 

While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 



292 The Christian Race. watts. 

1 Awake, our souls; away our fears; 
Let every trembling thought be gouc ; 

Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
And mortal spirits tire and faint; 

But they forget the mighty God, 

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4 "When I am fill'd with sore distress 
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And mention none but thine. 

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 
Ihe victories of my King! 

My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, 
Shall thy salvation sing. 

6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers, 
With this delightful song; 

111 entertain the darkest hours, 

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294 Salvation. watts. 

1 Salvation ! O, the joyful sound ! 
'Tis pleasure to our ears : 

A sovereign balm for ev'ry wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow, and in sin, 
At hell's dark door we lay; 

But we arise by grace divine 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation ! let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

4 Salvation! O, thou bleeding Lamb, 
To thee the praise belongs ! 

Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 
And dwell upon our tongues. 



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1 My gracious Lord, I own thy right 

To every service I can pay, 
And call it my supreme delight 

To hear thy dictates and obey. 

£ What is my being but for thee — 
Its sure support, its noblest end? 

'] is my delight thy face to see, 

And serve the cause of such a Friend. 

3 Tis to my Saviour T would live — 
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297 Rising to God. omnoxs 

1 Now let our souls, on wings sublime, 
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The glories of eternity, 

2 Children of a heavenly birth, 

Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
W'liv grasp at these alluring toys, 
In sight of heaven's eternal joys? 

3 To dwell with Cod, to feel his love, 
J? the full heaven enjoyed above; 
And tin sweet expectation now 

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Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon his name. 

Soon shall our doubts and fears 

Subside at his control ; 
JIi> loving kindness shall break through 

The midnight of the soul. 

Blest is the man, O (Jod, 
That stays himself on thee! 

Who w lit lor thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall thy salvation see. 



300 

1 Laborers of Christ, arise, 

And gird you for the toil ; 
The dew of promise from the skies 
Already cheers the soiL 



301 MONTGOMERY* 

1 Sow in the morn thy seed, 

At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 
Broad-cast it o'er the land. 

2 And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
And the full corn at length. 

3 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 

Cold, heat, and moist and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain, 
For garners in the sky. 

4 Thence, when the glor'ous end, 

The dav of God is come, 
The angel-reapers shall descend, 
And heaven cry — "Harvest home!" 



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Wnere Jesus is gone we shall be, 
In yonder blest mansions above. 

4 Then why so unwilling to part, 
Since there we shall all meet again ? 

Engraved on Immanuel's heart, 
At distance we cannot remain. 

5 O, when shall we see that bright day, 
And join with the angels above, 

Set free from these prisons of clay, 
United with Jesus in love ! 

6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, 
And all his bright glories shall see, 

And sing. Hallelujah ! amen ! 
Amen ! even so let it be. 

DR. T. BALDWIN. 



303 Faith Triumphing. 

4 A debtor to mercy alone, — 

Of covenant mercy I sing ; 
Nor fear, with thy righteousness on, 

My person and offerings to bring : 



2 The terrors of law and of God 
With me can have nothing to do ; 

My Saviour's obedience and blood 
Hide all my transgressions from view, 

3 The work which his goodness began, 
The arm of his strength will complete \ 

His promise is Yea and Amen, 
And never was forfeited yet : 

4 Things future, nor things that aro now, 
Not all things below nor above, 

Can make him his purpose forego, 
Or sever my soul from his love. 

5 My name from the palms of his hmdi 
Eternity will not erase ; 

Impress'd on his heart it remains 
In marks of indelible grace : 

6 Yes ! I to the end shall endure, 
As sure as the earnest is given : 

More happy, but not more secure, 
The glorified spirits in heaven- 



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As no increase of riches brings, 
2s or honors can bestow. 

4 Thus, when on Aaron's head 
They poured the rich perfume, 

The oil through all his raiment spread, 
And fragrance filled the room, 

5 Tli us, on the heavenly hills, 
The saints are blest above, 

Where jov, like morning dew, distils, 
And all the air is love. watts. 

30"> All one in Christ. beddome. 

1 Let party names no more 

The Christian world o'ersprcad: 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 

Aj'e one in Christ, their Head. 



2 Among the saints on earth 
Let mutual love be found — 

Heirs of the same inheritance, 
With mutual blessings crowned. 

3 Thus will the church below 
Kesembie that above, 

Where streams of endless pleasure flow, 
And every heart is \o\ e. 



30 G Joy in God alcne 

1 My God, my life, my love, 

To thee, to thee I call ; 

1 cannot live, if thou remove, 

For thou art all in all. 

2 Thy shining grace can cheer 
This dungeon where I dwell; 

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1 Lo! what an entertaining sight 
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Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite 

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Shades and bedews the whole. 

2 Tis like the oil, divinely sweet, 
On Aaron's rev'rend head ; 

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And o'er his garments spread. 

'Tis pleasant as the morning dews, 
That fall on Zion's hill, 

Where God his milder glory shows, 
And makes his grace distil. 



300 One Church, c. weslet. 

1 Let saints below in concert sing 
With those to glory gone ; 

For all the servants of our King 
In heaven and earth are one. 

One family, we dwell in him ; 
One church above, beneath ; 

Though now divided by the stream — 
The narrow stream — of death. 

2 One army of the living God, 
To his command we bow ; 

Tart of the host have crossed the flood. 

And part are crossing now. 
E'en now to their eternal home 

Some happy spirits fly; 
And we are to the margin come, 

And soon expect to die. 



3J0 Saints on Earth and in Heaven. ANON. 
1 Jn one fraternal bond of love, 

One fellowship of mind, 
The saints below and saints above 

Their bliss and glory find. 
Here, in their house of pilgrimage, 

Thy statutes are their song ; 
There, through one bright, etetnal age, 

Thy praises they prolong. 



31 1 Happy Child of Graa 

1 How happy every child of grace, 
Who knows his sins forgiven ! 

This earth, he cries, is not my place, 

I seek my home in heaven : 
A country far from mortal sight, 

Yet O ! by faith I see ; 
The Land of rest, the saint's delight, 

The heaven prepared for me. 

2 O what a blessed hope is ours ! 
While here on earth we stay, 

We more than taste the heavecJy 
powers, 

And antedate that day : 
We feel the resurrection near, 

Our life in Christ concealed. 
And with his glorious presence here 

Our earthen vessels filled. 

3 O would he more of heaven bestow, 
And let the vessels break ; 

And let our ransomed spirits go, 

To grasp the God we seek ; 
In rapt'rous awe on him to gaze, 

Wno bought the sight for me, 
And shout and wonder at his grace 

To all eternity. 



312 Excellence of Christian Love. 

1 Spirit of peace, celestial Dove, 
How excellent thy praise ! 

No richer gift than Christian love 
Thy gracious power displays. 

Sweet as the dew on herb and flower. 
That silently distils, 

At evening's soft and balmy hour, 
On Zion's fruitful hills, — 

2 So, with mild influence from alone, 
Shall promised grace descend, 

Till universal peace and love 

O'er all the earth extend. 
Spirit of peace, celestial Dove, 

How excellent thy praise ! 
No richer gift than Christian loHfc 

Thy gracious power displays. 

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O sweep the nations, shake the earth, 

Till all proclaim thee God. 



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And sefst thy starry crown, 
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Proclaim'd by thee thine own ; 
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At home and abroad ; on the land, on the sea, — 

As thy day may demand, shall thy strength ever be. 

" Fear not ; I am with thee ; O be not dismayed! 

I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

44 When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 

The rivers of grief shall not thee o'erflow ; 

For 1 will be with thee, thy trouble to bless ; 

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

u E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove 

My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 

And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, 

Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne. 

" The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, 

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I'll never, no. never, no, never, forsake." 



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HYMNS FOB "CONFIDENCE." 
310 Trust in Christ. 

1 To Thee, my Saviour, to Thee will I cling, 
For Thou art my Lord, my Redeemer and King; 
And feeling Thy blessing, my spirit shall know, 
Thy mercy is with me wherever I go. 

2 Farewell to the anguish of doubt and despair, 
And welcome the rapture of praise and of prayer, 
Since, meekly confiding, in faith I rejoice, 

To hear the sweet tones of thy comforting voice. 

3 Around me there shineth the heavenly ray 
Which scatteretb clouds and their shadows away, 
And melteth my soul in devotional glow, — 

For mercy is with me wherever I go. 

4 Farewell to the pleasures which time can afford, 
Since Thou art my glory, my Saviour and Lord ; 
Nor fear I the darkness of death and the tomb, 
Since Thou art my Light in the midst of the gloom. 

5 Before me there gloweth, around and above, 
The pledges of favor, the tokens of love : 
And gratitude teacheth my spirit to know, 
Thy mercy is with me wherever I go. 

317 Tm Weary. 

1 I'm weary of straying — oh ! fain would I rest 
In that distant land of the pure and the blest, 
Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread, 
And tears and temptations forever are fled. 

2 I'm weary of hoping — where hope is untrue, 
As fair, but as fleeting, as morning's bright dew, 
I long for that land whose blest promise alone, 
Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne. 

3 I'm weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth, 

O'er joy's glowing visions, that fade at their birth — 
O'er the pangs of the loved, which we cannot assuage, 
O'er the- blightings of youth, and the weakness of age. 

4 I'm weary of loving what passes away, 

The sweetest, the dearest, alas, may not stay ! 
I long for that land where those partings are o'er, 
And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. 

6 I'm weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love — 
Oh when shall I rest in thy presence above; 
I'm weary — but oh, never let me repine, 
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4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
Shall bring thee to thy God ; 

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To his divine abode. heath. 



321 The Christian's Warfare, c. WESLEY. 
1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, 

And gird your armor on. 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 

Through his eternal Son ; 

I Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 

And in his mighty power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 

Is more than conqueror. 

S Stand then in his great might, 
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1 The pity of the Lord, 

To those that fear Ins name, 

Is such as tender parents feel ; 

He knows our feeble frame. 

2 He knows we are but dust, 
ScaUer'd by every breain ; 

His anger, like a rising wind, 
Can send us swift to death. 

3 Our days are as the grass, 
Or like the morning flower* 

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field 
It withers in an hour. 

4 Rut thy compassions. Lord, 
To endless yean endure; 

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Thy words of promise sure. 



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Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed them to their source : 
So a soul that's bora of God 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; 

Press onward to the prize; 
Soon our Saviour will return, 

Triumphant in the skies; 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All our sorrows left below, 

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1 Time, is winging us away 

To our eternal home ; 
Life is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb : 
Youth and vigor soon will flee, 

Blooming beauty lose its charms; 
All that's mortal soon shall be 

Enclosed in death's cold arms. 

2 Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home ; 
Life is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb : 
But the Christian shall enjoy 

Health and beauty, soon, above, 
Far beyond the world's alloy, 

Secure in Jesus' love. 



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Thy name I love; 
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Thy woods and templed hills ; 
My heart with rapture thrills, 

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3 Our Fathers' God ! to thee, 
Author of liberty ! 

To thee we sing; 
Long may our land be bright, 
\Vith freedom's holy light; 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King! 

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Tell how the day is won, 
And from his lofty throne 

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He will be nigh. 

3 When on the mighty deep, 
lie will their spirits keep, 

Stayed on his ward; 
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No other friend at hand, 
Jesus will by them stand, 

Jesus their Lord. 

4 Ye who forsaking all, 

At your loved Master's call, 

Comforts resign ; 
Soon will your work be done, 
Soon will the prize be won, 
Brighter than yonder sun, 

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Morn of Zion's glory. 
Distant hills arc ringing, 
Echo'd voices sweet are singing; 
Haste thee on 
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Paths of spLmdor tracing, 
Heathen midnight chasing. 



3 Morn of Zion's glory — 
Now the night is riven ; 
Now the star is high in heav'n ; 

Morn of Zion's glory. 

Joyful hearts are bounding, 

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Peace with men 

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With salvation's wall surrounded, 

She can smile at all her foes. 
See, the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply her sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove. 

Round her habitation hovering, 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a covering, 

Showing that the Lord is near. 
Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ; 
He whose word can ne'er be broken 

Chose thee for his own abode. 







329 Desiring Christ's Triumph. 

1 O thou Sun of glorious splendor, 
Shine with healing in thy wing; 

Chase away these shades of darkness ; 

Holy light and comfort bring! 
Let the heralds of salvation 

Round the world with joy proclaim, 
"Death and hell are spoiled and van- 
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2 Take thy power, almighty Saviour : 
Claim the nations for thine own; 

Reign, thou Lord of life and glory, 

Till each heart becomes thy thi one- 
Then the earth, o'erspread with glory, 

Decked with heavenly splendor bright, 
Shall be made Jehovah's dwelling — 
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1 Send. () send the glorious gospel 
Of our Saviour far abroad. 

Let the Hindoo, Burman, Karen, 
Learn the knowledge of our God ; 

Let the Shans, those darken'd millions, 
See the light of Bethlehem's star 

Uneelipsed by men's tradition ; 
The pure gospel spread afar. 

2 "Where Jehovah is forgotten, 

Or his namo was never known — 
Where the light of his salvation, 

Never has with brightness shone — 
Where the thickest darkness gathers — 

'Mid the scenes of deepest woe — 
Send the messages of mercy. 

Go, ye Christian heralds, go. 

3 Give the poor benighted heathen, 
When in death's dark trying hour, 

The blessed cordial of salvation ; 

Let him test its heavenly power. 
Tell him of the saints in glory; 

Of those mansions blest above ; 
Of a Saviour's suffering tell him, 

And his never-dying love. 

4 Bid those darken'd children cherish 
Brightest hopes, which never cease — 

Founded on the Saviour's merits ; 

Tell them of the Prince of Peace ; 
Guide them to the narrow pathway 

Upward tending to the skies ; 
Point their faith to joys eternal 

Now unseen by mortal eyes. 



331 Missionaries Charged* 

1 Onward, onward, men of heaven; 
Bear the gospel banner high ; 

Rest not till its light is given — 

Star of every pagan sky : 
Send it where the pilgrim stranger 

Faints beneath the torrid ray ; 
Bid the hardy forest-ranger 

Hail it, ere he fades away. 

2 Where the Arctic Ocean thunders, 
AVhere the tropics fiercely glow, 

Broadly spread its page of wonders, 
Brightly bid its radiance flow : 



India marks its lustre stealing; 

Shivering Greenland loves its rays 
Afrit*, 'mid her deserts kneeling, 

Lifts the untaught strain of praise. 
3 Rude in speech, or wild in feature, 

Dark in spirit, though they be, 
Show that light to every creature — 

Prince or vassal, bond or free : 
Lo ! they haste to every nation ; 

Host on host the ranks supply: 
Onward ! Christ is your salvation, 

And your death is victory. 

L. II. SKJOCRNEY. 



332 s. n. ru klps. 

1 Sons of day ! arise from slumbers, 
For the sluggish night is gone ; 

Swell the Saviour's marshaled numl era, 
Marching where He leadeth on : 

Soldiers of the cross, appointed, 
'Listed for the glorious war, 

In the name of God's Anointed, 
Spread your victories afar. 

2 Bid the trumpet of redemption, 
Greet our country's farthest shore ; 

Boldly claim our Lord's pre-emption, 

For the agonies he bore. 
On the prairie and the mountain, 

In the valley rich and fair, 
By the river and the fountain, 

Plant the Hose of Sharon there. 

3 O how bright, from death awaking, 
Shine the victor-saints above, 

Gloriously from Jesus taking 
Crowns of endless life and love. 

Farewell, fears and self-denials! 
Mortal night hath passed away ; 

Farewell, vigils, toils and trials ! 
Welcome, everlasting day ! 



333 The Heathen crying for Help, cawood 
1 Hark ! what mean those lamentations. 

Rolling sadly through the sky V 
'Tis the cry of heathen nations. — 

" Come and help us or we die !" 
Hear the heathen's sad complaining ; 

Christians ! hear their dying cry ; 
And the love of Christ constraining, 

Haste tc help them, ere they die. 



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8 God, thy God, will now restore thee ; 

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4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee ; 

All thy warfare now be past; 
God thy Saviour will defend thee; 

Victory is thine at last; 
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335 The Day is Breaking. kellT 

1 Look, ye saints! the day is break 'ng; 
Joyful times are near at hand ; 

God, the mighty God, is speaking 
By his word in every land : 

Day advances — 
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Those enlightening 
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$36 Longing for ike spread of the Gospel. 
I O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 

Look, my soul, be still and gaze : 
All the promises do travail 

With a glorious day of grace ; 
Blessed jubilee, 

Let thy glorious morning dawn ! 

I Let the Indian, let the negro, 

Let the rude barbarian see 
That divine and glorious conquest, 

Once obtain'd on Calvary ; 
Let the gospel 

Loud resound from pole to pole. 

S Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 

And from eastern coast to western, 
May the morning chase the night; 

And redemption, 
Freely purchased, win the day. 

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, 
Win and conquer, never cease ; 

May thy lasting, wide dominions, 
Multiply and still increase ; 

Sway thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around. 



337 Prayer for the Heathen, t. cotterill. 

1 O'er the realms of pagan darkness 
Let the eye of pity gaze ; 

See the kindreds of the people 
Lo^t in sin's bewildering maze ; 

Darkness brooding 
O'er the face of all the earth. 

2 Light of them that sit in darkness, 
Rise and shine; thy blessings bring: 

Light to lighten all the Gentiles, 
KiaO with healing in thy wing: 

To thy brightness 
Lit all kings and nations come. 

3 May the heathen, now adoring 
Idol gods of wood and stone, 

Come, and, worshipping before him, 
Serve the living God alone : 

Let thy glory 
Fill the earth as floods the sea. 
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4 Thou, to whom all power is given, 
Speak the word: at thy command, 
j Let the company of heralds 

Spread thy name from land to land ; 

Lord, be with them, 
Alway, to the end of time. 



j 338 Fountain of Life. KtiLr 

1 See, from Z ion's sacred mountain/ 

Streams of living water flow ; 
God has opened there a fountain 
That supplies the plains below : 

They are blessed 
Who its sovereign virtues know. 

j 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing, 
Streams of mercy find their way ; 

i Life, and health, and joy, bestowing, 
Making all around look gay : 

O ye nations, 
Hail the long-expected day. 

3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure, 
All-enriching as it goes, 

Lo ! the desert smiles with pleasure, 
Buds and blossoms as the rose : 

Every object 
Sings for joy, where'er it flows. 

4 Trees of life, the banks adorning, 
Yield their fruit to all around ; 

Those who eat are saved from mourning 
Pleasure comes, and hopes abound ; 
Fair their portion — 
I Endless life with glory crowned. 



339 Spread of the Gospel. 

1 Now we hail the happy dawning 
Of the Gospel's glorious light, 

May it take the wings of morning 
And dispel the shades of night! 

Blessed Saviour, 
Let our eyes behold the sight. 

2 Let the world, O Lord, adore thee— 
Universal be thy fame ; 

Kings and subjects foil before thee, 
And extol thy matchless name \ 

All ascribing 
Endless praises to the Lamb. 



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311 The Gospel Banner. an 

t Now bo the gospel banner 
In every land unfurled; 
And be the shout, hosanna, 

Re-echoed through the world; 
Till every isle and nation, 

Till ^xery tribe and tongue, 
Receive the great salvation, 
And join the happy throng. 

5 What though th' embattled legions 

Of earth and hell combine, — 
His arm, t 1 roughout their regions, 

Shall soon resplendent shine: 
Ride on, () Lord, victorious ! 

Immanuel, Prince of Peace! 
Thy triumph shall be glorious; 

Thy empire still increase. 

8 Yes, thou shalt reign forever, 

O Jesus, King of kings! 
Thy light, thy love, thy favor, 

Each ransomed captive sings : 
The isles tor thee are waiting, 

The deserts learn thy praise, 
The hills and valleys, greeting, 

The song responsive raise. 



3 12 Universal Ilillelnjah. 

I When shall the voice of singing 
Flow joyfully along? 
When hill and valley, ringing 
With one triumphant song, 
Proclaim the contest ended, 

And Him, who once was slain, 
Again to earth descended, 
In righteousness to reign.? 

£ Then from the craggy mountains 

The sacred shout shall rly. 
And shady vales and fountains 

Shall echo the reply : 
High tower and lowly dwelling 

Shall send the chorus round, 
rhe hallelujah swelling 

In one eternal sound. 

MANUAL OF PSALMODY. 



I 343 Blessings of Christ's Kingdom. 

1 Hail to the Lord's Anointed, 

Great David's greater Son ! 
Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He comes, with succor speedy, 

To those who suffer wrong; 
To help the poor and needy. 

And bid the weak be strong, 
To give them songs for sigh'ng, 

Their darkness turn to light, 
Whose souls, condemned and dyir.g, 

Were precious in his sight. 

3 He shall descend like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth, 
And love and joy, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth ; 
Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall peace, the herald, go; 
And righteousness, in fountains, 

From lull to valley How. 



4 For him shall prayer unceasing 

And daily vows ascend, 
His kingdom still increasing — 

A kingdom without end : 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove : 
His name shall stand forever ; 

That name to us is love. 

MONTGOMERY. 



344 Confidence in God. MONTGOMERY 
1 God is my strong salvation : 
What foe have I to fear? 
In darkness and temptation, 

My light, my help, is near : 
Though hosts encamp around me, 

Firm in the fight I stand : 
What terror can confound me, 
With God at my right hand ? 



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5 In the deserts let me labor, 
On the mountains let me tell 

How he died — the blessed Saviour — 
To redeem a world from hell ! 

Let me hasten, 
Far in heathen lands to dwell. 

6 Bear me on, thou restless ocean ; 
Let the winds my canvass swell — 

Heaves my heart with warm emotion, 
While I go far hence to dwell. 

Glad I bid thee, 
Native land ' — Farewell — Farewell ! 

S. F. SMITH. 



316 Heathen calling for Help. anon. 

1 Hark ! a distant voice is calling ; 
Mournfully it meets the ear ; 

Louder still those accents falling, 
Fill each heart with riioughtful fear ; 

Let us listen, — 
Now the cry of grief is near. 

2 'Tis the groan of spirits dying; 
Lost in sin's dark night they stray; 

'Tis the call of thousands crying, 
44 Ye who know the living way, 

Come and guide us 
To the land of perfect day." 

3 We would help them, O our Father ! 
Thou hast bid us freely give ; 

Wilt thou not these wanderers gather ? 
Shall not dying sinners live V 

Hear our pleading, 
And our past neglect forgive. 

4 Let us send to every nation 
News of light and life divine ; 

And to spread thy great salvation, 
Freely all our powers resign ; 

Take the first fruits, 
Then our lives shall all be thine. 



347 Victories of Christ, j. ryland. 

1 Gird thy sword on, mighty Saviour ; 

Make the word of truth thy car ; 
Prosper in thv course, triumphant ; 
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All success attend thy war ; 

Gracious Victor, 
Bring thy trophies from afar. 

2 Majesty combines with meekness, 
Righteousness and peace unite, 

To insure thy blessed conquests; 
Take possession of thy right : 

Ride triumphant, 
Dressed in robes of purest light. 

3 Blest are they that touch thy sceptre 
Blest are all that own thy reign ; 

Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants, 
Rescued from its galling chain: 

Saints and angels, 
All who know thee, bless thy reign. 



348 The T>ay-Spring. cleland 

1 Christian ! see, the orient morning 
Breaks along the heathen sky ; 

Lo ! th' expected day is dawning — 
Glorious dav-spring from on high. 

_ Hallelujah ! 
Hail the day-spring from on high ! 



Morning wakes the tuneful lays ; 

Precious offerings they are bringing— 

First-fruits of more perfect praise. 

Hallelujah ! 
Hail the day-spring from on high ! 

3 Zion's Sun ! salvation beaming, 
Gilding now the radiant hills. 

Rise and shine, till, brighter gleaming, 
All the world thv glorv fills. 

Hallelujah ! 
Hail the day-spring from on high ! 

4 Lord of every tribe and nation . 
Spread thv truth from pole to pole, 

Spread the light of thy salvation, 
Till it shine on every souL 

^ Hallelujah ! # 
Hail the day-spring from on high ! 



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Ilea:* our petition still, 

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fesus! till that resplendent day, 
Sl'ir.e du our souls with powerful ray. 



330 Zion's Pivsperity. doddridge. 

1 O ZWm, tune thy voice, 

And raise thy hinds on high; 
Tell all the earth, thy joys, 

And boast salvation nigh; 
Cheerful in God, I While rays divine 
Arise and shine I Stream far abroad. 



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The nations round I With lustre new 
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Pursue his praise, I In worlds above 
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While, round his throne, I In nobler sphcrei 
Ten thousand stars | His influence owa. 



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HYMNS FOR " LENOX," page 87 



S51 Millennium Hymn. 

1 
Isle? of the South, awake ! 

The song of triumph sing; 
Let mount, and hill, and vale 
With hallelujahs ring: 
Stout, for the idol's overthrown, 
And Israel's God is God alone. 



Wild wastes of Afric, shout ! 

Your shackled sons are free ; 
No mother wails her child, 
'Neath the bananna tree. 
No slave-ship dashes on thy shore, 
The clank of chains is heard no more. 



Shout vales of India, shout ! 
No fun'ral fires blaze high. 
No idol-song rings loud, 
As rolls the death-car by : 
The banner of the cross now waves 
Where Christian heralds made their 



Shout, rocky hills of Greece! 
The crested head lays low ; 
No Modem flings his chain, 

rod the Christian now : — 
But Greek and Moslem join in one 
To praise the Saviour, God, the Son. 



Shout, hills of Palestine ! 

rtave you forgot the groan, 
The spear, the thorn, the cross, 
1 he inne pre* trod alone, 
Y'j d/iug prayer that rose from thee, 
'J he garden of Gethsemane ? 



Hail, glad millennial day ! 

O shout, ye heavens above ! 
To-day the nations si 

The song, redeeming love. 
Redeeming love the song shall be : 
Hail, blessed year of Jubilee ! 



352 The Monthly Concert 

1 
Sovereign of worlds above, 

And Lord of all below, 
Thy faithfulness and love, 
Thy power and mercy show: 
Fulfil thy word : I Let heathens live 
Thy spirit give ; | And praise the Lord 



On lands that lie beneath 

Foul superstition's sway. 
"Whose horrid shades of death 
Admit no heavenly ray. 
Blest Spirit ! shine ; I Dispel the gloom 
Their hearts illume ; | With light divine. 



Father, who to thy Son 

Thy steadfast word hast given, 
That through the earth shall run 
The news of peace with heaven; 
Extend his fame ; 1 And let the news 
Thy grace diffuse, | The world reclame 



Few be the years that roll, 

Ere all shall worship thee; 
The travail of his soul. 
Soon let the Saviour see : 
God of grace ! Fill earth with joy, 
Thy poweremploy, | And heaven with praise- 

353 Christian Effort, pratt's 04b 

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Rise, gracious God ! and shine 

In all thy saving might, 
And prosper each des 

To spread thy glorious light : 
Let healing streams of mercy rlow, 
That all the earth thy truth mav know 



Put forth thy glorious power ! 

The nations then will see. 
And earth present her store. 
In converts born of thee : 
God, our own God. his church will bleaa. 
And earth shall viell her lull increase. 



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The joyful sound proclaim ; 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learnt Messiah's name. 



4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole ; 
Till o'er our ransom'd nature 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
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Shall this bright hour delay ? 

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
And bring the welcome day. watts. 



357 Spread of the Gospel, gibbons 

1 Great God, the nations of the earth 
Are by creation thine ; 

And in thy works, by all beheld, 
Thy radiant glories shine. 

2 But, Lord, thy richer love has sent 
Thy gospel to mankind ; 

Unveiling what rich stores of grace 
Are treasured in thy mind. 

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Till every tribe and every soul 
Shall bear the joyful sound. 

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 
To spread the gospel rays ; 

And build, on sin's demolished throne, 
The temples of thy praise. 



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35£ Ft iytr for ihe Success of Missions, 

1 Lord, send thy word, and let it fly, 
Aimed with thy Spirit's power: 

Ten thousands shall confess its sway, 
And bless the saving hour. 

2 Beneath the influence of thy grace 
The barren wastes shall rise, 

With sudden greens and fruits arrayed, 
A blooming paradise. 

8 True holiness shall strike its root 

In each regenerate heart ; 
Shall in a growth divine arise, 

And heavenly fruits impart 

4 Peace, with her olives crowned, shall 

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No trump shall rouse the rage of war, 
Xor murderous cannon roar. 

5 Lord, for those days we wait ; those days 
Are in thy word foretold ; 

Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring 
This promised age of gold. 

6 " Amen," with joy divine, let earth's 
Unnumbered myriads cry ; 

u Amen," with joy divine^ let heaven's 
L^nnumbered choirs reply. 

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5 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, 

May Jesus be adored, 
And Earth, with all her millions, shout 

Hosannas to the Lord. 

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359 Prayer for Christ's Victory. 

1 Jesus, immortal King, arise ; 
Assert thy rightful sway ; 

Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings, 
And distant lands obey. 

2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror, ride, 
Till all thy foes submit, 

And all the powers of hell resign 
Their trophies at thy feet. 

Z Send forth thy word, and let it fly 

This spacious earth around, 
Till every soul beneath the sun 

Shall hear the joyful sound. 

4 O, may the great Redeemer's name 
Through every clime be known, 

And heathen gods, forsaken, fall, 
And Jesu^ reign alone. 



360 The Glory of the Latter Day. 

1 Behold, the mountain of the Lord, 
In latter days, shall rise 

Above the mountains and the hills, 
And draw the wondering eyes. 

2 To this the joyful nations round, 
All tribes and tongues, shall flow : 

" Up to the hill of God," they say, 
" And to his house, we'll go." 

3 The beam that shines on Zion's hill 
Shall lighten every land : 

The King who reigns in Zion's towers 
Shall all the world command. 

4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, 
Or mar the peaceful years ; 

To ploughshares men shall beat their 
swords, 
To pruning-hooks their spears. 

5 Come, then, O, come from every land, 
To worship at his shrine ; 

And, walking in the light of God, 
With holy beauty shine. logan. 



361 Prayer for Enlargement of the Church. 

1 Shine, mighty God, on Zion shine, 
With beams of heavenly grace ; 

Reveal thy power through every land, 
And show thy smiling face. 

2 When shall thy name, from shore U 

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Sound through the earth abroad, 
And distant nations know and love 
Their Saviour and their God ? 

3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands; 
Sing loud, fvith joyful voice ; 

Let every tougue exalt his praise, 
And every heart rejoice. 

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3 Oh let that glorious anthem swell ! 
Let host 1o host the triumph tell — 
That not one rebel heart remains, 
But over all the Saviour reigns ! 

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3flfc3 Encouragements. yoke. 

1 Behold the expected time draw near, 
The shades disperse, the dawn appear ; 
Behold the wilderness assume 

The beauteous tints of Eden's bloom. 

2 Events with prophecies conspire 
To n*!se our faith, our zeal to fire: 
The ripening fields, already white, 
Present a harvest to our sight 



8 The untaught heathen waits to know 
The joy the gospel will bestow; 
The exiled slave waits to receive 
The freedom Jesus has to give. 

4 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, 
In this blest labor share a part ; 
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring, 
To aid the triumphs of our King. 

364 Christians Debtors to the Heathen. 

1 Christians, the glorious hope ye know 
Which soothes the heart in every wo; 
While heathen, helpless, hopeless, lie , 
No ray of glory meets their eye. 

2 Christians, ye taste the heavenly grace 
Which cheers believers in their race i 
Unchecred by grace, through heatheu 

gloom, 
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305 Rejoicing in Christ's Triumphs. 

1 Rejoice, for Christ, the Saviour reigns ; 
He spreads his triumphs all abroad ; 

And sinners, freed from endless pains, 
Own him their Saviour and their God. 

2 His sons and daughters from afar, 
Daily at Zion's gate arrive ; 

Tiiose who were dead in sin before, 
By sovereign grace are made alive. 

3 O, may his conquests still increase, 
And every foe his power subdue; 

While angels celebrate his praise, 
And saints his ^rowin^ glories show. 

4 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb, 
From all below, from all above ; 

In lofty songs exalt his name, 
In songs as lofty as his love. 

15EDDOME. 



3GG Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles. 

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless praises crown his head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 
The joyful prisoner bursts his chains ; 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
Ami earth repeat the loud Amen. 

WATTS. 



3G7 The People Perish. Montgomery 
1 The heathen perish ; day by day, 
Thousands on thousands pass away ! 
O Christians, to their rescue fly, 
Preach Jesus to them ere they die ! 
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2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, 
Yea, life itself, that they may iive; 
What hath your Saviour done for you? 
And what ibr him will ye not do ? 

3 O, Spirit of the Lord ! go forth, 
Call in the south, wake up the north ; 
From every clime, from sun to sun, 
(rather God's children into one ! 



308 CH. TSALMODT. 

1 Arm of the Lord, awake ! — awake ! 
Put on thy strength — the nations shake 
Now let the world, adoring, see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 
u I am Jehovah. God alone !" 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 Let Zion's time of favor come ! 
Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home ! 
Soon may our wondering eyes behold 
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold ! 

4 Almighty God ! thy grace proclaim 
Through every clime — of every name ! 
Let adverse powers before thee fail, 
And crown the Saviour Lord of all ! 

369 The Time to favor Zion. 

1 Sovereign of worlds, display thy power ; 
Be tins thy Zion's favored hour; 

Bid the bright morning-star arise, 
And point the nations to the skies. 

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, 
On Airic's shore, on India's plains; 
Far let the gospel's sound be known, 
And claim the nations for thy own. 

3 Speak — and the world shall hear thj 

voice ; 
Speak — and the desert shall rejoice ; 
Scatter the gloom of heathen night; 
Bid every nation hail the light. 

SOCIAL HYMNS 

370 The Heathen BrjoiJng. 

1 Hark ! from yon wilds is heard the strain 
Of joy and praise ascending high ; 

The song of Zion cheers the plain ; 
The desert breathes the contrite'? a *cb. 



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The risen Morning Star : 
Where once the lands were shrouded, 

Enwrapped in shades of night, 
Their skies are now unclouded, 

Illumed with heavenly light. 



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Nor see the truth's bright ray ; 
One gleam, and they are lighted, 

And night is turned to day : 
Then haste with your commission, 

Ye messengers of flame ; 
Fly, fly to every region, 

To tell Messiah's name. 



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On Thibet's snow-eapt mountains, 

O'er Afric's burning sand, 
Whrre roll the fiery fountains 

A down Hawaii's strand — 
In every distant nation, 

The mighty globe around, 
The heralds of salvation 

The gospel trumpet sound. 



In golden armor blazing 

They press their onward way, 
And high in air upraising, 

The glorious cross display : 
Away their weapons hurling, 

The warring nations cease, 
And hail with joy, unfurling 

The banneret of peace. 



3 
Where sin hath fix'd her dwelling, 

Where Death the tyrant reigns, 
The heavenly notes are swelling 

In loudest, sweetest strains ; 
They breathe — the bones are shaken, 

And clothed with flesh, arise, — 
They bid the dead awaken 

To glory in the skies 



What though helFs fiery regions 

Pour forth their dread array ! 
Look up ! — angelic legions 

Attend you on your way. 
March on, ye sons of heaven, 

This precious promise sing — 
" The heathen shall be given 

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1 Arise, in all thy splendor, Lord ; 
Let power attend thy gracious word ; 
Unveil the beauties of thy face, 
And show the glories of thy grace. 

2 Send forth thy messengers of peace ; 
Make Satan's reign and empire cease ; 
Let thy salvation, Lord, be known, 
That all the world thy power may own. 

373 Zion Encouraged, pratt's col. 

1 Zion, awake ; thy strength renew ; 
Put on thy robes of beauteous hue ; 
Church of our God. arise and shine, 
Bright with the beams of truth divine. 

2 Soon shall thy radiance stream afar, 
Wide as the heathen nations are ; 
Gentiles and kings thy light shall view ; 
Ail shall admire and love thee too. 



377 Prayer for the World, sac. lyrics. 

1 Jesus, we bow before thy throne, 
We lift our eyes to seek thy face : 

To bleeding hearts thy love make known, 
On contrite souls bestow thy grace. 

2 See, spread beneath thy gracious eye, 
A world o'erwhelmed in guilt and tears; 

W T here deathless souls in ruin lie, 

And no kind voice dispels their fears. 

3 Lord, arm thy truth with power divine, 
Its conquests spread from shore to shore; 

Till suns and stars forget to shine, 
And earth and skies shall be no more 

4 O rise, ye ransomed captives, rise, 
Peal the loud anthem here below; 

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1 As o'er the past my memory strays, 

Why heaves the secret sigh ? — 
T;s that I mourn departed days, 

Still unprepared to die. 

£ The world and worldly things beloved, 
My anxious thoughts employed; 

And time unhallowed, unimproved, 
Presents a fearful void. 

3 Yet, Holy Father, wild despair 
Chase from my lab'ring breast, 

Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, 
That grace can do the rest. 

4 My life's brief remnant all be thine ! 
And when thy sure decree 

Bids me this fleeting breath resign, 
O speed my soul to thee. 

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1 When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe, 
Before Jehovah stood, 

And, with an humble, fervent prayer 
For guilty So$om sued, — 

2 With what success, what wondroui 

grace, 
"Was his petition crowned ! 
The Lord would spare, if in this place 
Ten righteous men were found. 

3 And could a single pious soul 
So rich a boon obtain ? 

Great God, and shall a nation cry, 
And plead with thee in vain V 

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Thou hast mercy more abounding ; 
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 

3 Let that love veil our transgression ; 
Let that blood our guilt efface ; 

Save thy people from oppression ; 
Save from spoil thy holy place. 

4 Lo ! with deep contrition turning, 
Humbly at thy feet we bend ; 

Bear us, fasting, praying, mourning ; 
Hear us, spare us, and defend. 

FPIS. COL. 



382 The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving. 

1 Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean 
Hear us from thy bright abode. 

While our hearts, with true devotion, 
Own their great and gracious God- 

2 Health and every needful blessing 
Are thy bounteous gifts alone ; 

Comforts undeserved possessing, 
Here we bend before thy throne. 

3 Thee, with humble adoration, 
Lord, we praise for mercies past: 

Still to this most favored nation 
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Auspicious morning, hail! 
Voices from hill and vale 

Thy welcome sing: 
Joy on thy dawning breaks; 
Each heart with joy partakes 
While cheerful music wakes, 

Its praise to brin^. 



2 When on the tyrant's rod 
Our patriot fathers trod, 

And dared be free, 
'Twas not in burning zeal, 
Firm nerves, and hearts of steel, 
Our country's joy to seal, 

But, Lord, in thee. 

3 Thou, as a shield of power, 
In battle's awful hour, 

Didst round us stand ; 
Our hopes were in thy throne; 
Strong in thy might alone, 
By thee our banners shone, 

God of our land. 

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Ten thousand precious gifts below, 
And hope of nobler joys above. 

4 Thus will I sing till nature cease, 
Till sense and language are no more, 

And after death thy boundless grace, 
Through everlasting years, adore. 



380 National Gratitude, doddridge. 

1 Lord, may thy goodness cause our land. 
Preserved by thine almighty hand, 
The tribute of its love to bring 

To thee, our Saviour and our King. 

2 So shall each public temple raise 
A song of triumph to thy praise ; 
And every peaceful private home 
To thee a temple shall become. 



3 Still be it our supreme delight 
To walk as in thine awful sight ; 
And in thy precepts and thy fear, 
Till life's last hour, to persevere. 



387 Providential Goodness of Gcd. 

1 Eternal Source of every joy, 
Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
While in thy presence we appear, 
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
Thy hand supports and guides the whole : 
The sun is taught by thee to rise, 

And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3 Seasons and months,and weeks and days 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 
Still be the grateful homage paid 
With morning light, and evening shade. 



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With prosperous times our cities crown, 
Our fields with plenteousness. 

3 Unite us in the sacred love 

Of knowledge, truth, and thee ; 
And let our hills and valleys shout 
The songs of liberty. 

4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee 
Our country we commend ; 

Be thou her refuge and her trust, 
Her everlasting friend. 

WREFORD. 



389 God^s Kindness to our Forefathers. 

1 To Him from whom our blessings flow, 
Who all our wants supplies, 

This day the choral song and vow 
From grateful hearts shall rise. 

2 Twas he who led the pilgrim band 
Across the stormy sea; 

Twas he who stayed the tyrant's hand, 

And set our country free. 
S When shivering on a strand unknown, 

In sickness and distress, 
Our fathers looked to God alone, 

To save, protect, and bless. 



4 Be thou our nation's strength and shield, 

In manhood as in youth ; 
Thine arm for our protection wield, 

And guide us by thy trutn. anon. 

390 A Harvest Hymn. anon. 

1 Fountain of mercy, God of love, 
How rich thy bounties are ! 

The rolling seasons, as they move, 
Proclaim thy constant care. 

2 When in the bosom of the earth 
The sower hid the grain, 

Thy goodness marked its secret birth, 
And sent the early rain. 

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, wai 

thine ; 
The plants in beauty grew ; 
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 
And gav'st refreshing dew. 

4 These various mercies from above 
Matured the swelling grain ; 

A kindly harvest crowns thy love, 
And plenty fills the plain. 

5 We own and bless thy gracious swar 
Thy hand all nature hails: 

Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day, 
Summer nor winter, fails. 



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1 Lord of my life, O may thy praise 
Employ my noblest powers, 

Whose goodness lengthens out my days, 
And fills the circling hours. 

2 Preserved by thine almighty arm, 
I passed the shades of night, 

Secure and safe from every harm, 
And see returning light. 

3 O let the same almighty care 
My waking hours attend ; 

From every danger, every snare, 
My heedless steps defend. 

4 Smile on my minutes as they roll, 
And guide my future days ; 

And let thy goodness fill my soul 
With gratitude and praise. 



393 M I will be glad in the Lord" anon. 

1 When morning's first and hallowed ray 
Breaks with its trembling light, 

To chase the pearly dews away, — 
Bright tear-drops of the night, — 

2 My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove, 
But rises, gladly free, 

On wings of everlasting love, 
And finds its home in thee. 

3 When evening's silent shades descend 
And nature sinks to rest, 

Still to my Father and my Friend 
My wishes are addressed. 

4 I dream of that fair land, O Lord, 
Where all thy saints shall be ; 

I wake to lean upon thy word, 
And still delight in thee. 



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May angels guard us while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

4 And if we early rise, 

And view th' unwearied sun, 
May we set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

5 And when our days are past, 

And we from time remove, 
O may we in thy bosom rest, — 
The bosom of thv love ! lelaxd. 



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The bounties of my God ? 

This feeble spirit pants beneath 

The pleasing, painful load. 

4 My life I would anew 

Devote, O Lord, to thee ; 
And in thy service 1 would spend 
A long eternity. 



1 Another day is past, 
The hours forever fled, 

And time is bearing us away 
To mingle with the dead. 

2 Our minds in perfect peace 
Our Father's care shall keep ; 

We yield to gentle slumber now, 
For thou canst never sleep. 

I Thus does thine arm support 3 How blessed, Lord, are they 

This weak, defenceless frame, On thee securely staved ! 

But whence these favors. Lord, to me, | Nor shall they be in life alarmed, 
All worthless a^Iam? ' Nor be in death dismayed. 



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i Serene I laid me down, 

Beneath his guardian care : 
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My kind Preserver near. 



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1 Now the shades of night are gone, 
Now the morning light is come ; 
Lord, we would be thine today, 
Drive the shades of sin away. 

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, 
Banish doubt and clear our sight : 
In thy service, Lord, to-day 
Help us labor, help us pray. 

3 Keep our wayward passions bound, 
Save us f] om our foes around ; 
Going out and coming in 

Keep us sate from every sin. 

4 When our work of life is past, 
O receive us all at last; 

Sin's dark night shall be no more 
When we reach the heavenly shore. 



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1 Thou, that dost my life prolong, 
Kindly aid my morning song; 
Thankful from my couch I rise 
To the God that rules the skies 

2 Thou didst hear my evening cry ; 
Thy preserving hand was nioh; 
Peaceful slumbers thou hast shed, 
Grateful to my weary head. 

3 Thou hast kept me through the nighft 
'Twas thy hand restor'd the light ; 
Lord, thy mercies still are new, 
Plenteous as the morning dew. 

4 Gently, with the dawning ray, 
On my soul thy beams display; 
Sweeter than the smiling morn 
Let thy cheering light return* 



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To love and praise him too, 
For I, of all the race that fell, 

Or all the heavenly host. 
Have greatest cause, with humbler soul, 

To love and praise him most. 

3 Did God the Father love men so, 
As to give up his Son, 

To be a ransom, and redeem 

Them from the sins they'd done ? 

Did Jesus leave the Father's breast, 
Tliat heaven of heavens on high, 

To come to earth — this world of wo, 
For guilty worms to die ? 
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4 No longer then will I lie here, 
But rise, and praise and pray; 

And join to sing, while I enjoy 
A glimpse of heavenly day. 

Lord, give me strength to die to sin, 
To run the Christian race ; 

To live lo God, and glorify 
The riches of his grace. 

5 If meditation all divine 
At midnight fill my soul, 

Sleep shall no longer all my powem 

And faculties control. 
My lovely Jesus, while on earth, 

Did rise before 'twas day, 
And to a solitary place, 

Departed, there to j ray 



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Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near; 

And though you must walk through this dark wilderness, 
Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace. 

4 Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad broken heart 
O haste to know Jesus, and seek the good part; 
He's full of compassion, and mighty to save ; 

His arms are extended your souls to receive. 

5 Farewell, careless sinner, for you I do mourn, 
To think of your danger and your unconcern. 
You've heard of a judgment where all must appear; 
O, there you'll stand trembling with tormenting fear. 

6 The frolics and pastimes in which yov delight 
Will serve to torment you in that dreadful fright ; 
You'll think of the sermons which you've heard in vaia, 
When hope's gone forever of hearing again. 

7 Farewell, faithful pilgrims — farewell, all around ! 
Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall souni*. ! 
To meet you in glory I give you my hand, 

The Saviour to praise in a pure social band. 



MEETING AN'D PARTING. 



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102 The Fi lal Meeting, rev. j. scttox. 
Tune *' When I can read my title clear," page 56 

1 Hail ! sweetest, dearest tie that binds 
Our glowing hearts in one, 

Hail ! sa red hope that tunes our minds. 

To harmony divine. 
It is the hope, the bIissS.il hope, 

Which Jesus' grace has given, 
The hope when days and years are past, 

We all shall meet in heaven. 
We all shall meet in heaven at last, 

We all shall meet in heaven : 
The hope when days and years are past, 

We all shall meet in heaven. 

2 What though the northern wintry blast 
Shall howl around our eot : 

What though beneath an eastern sun 

Be east our distant lot ! 
Y'er still we share the blissful hope, 

Which Jesus' grace has given, &c. 

3 From Burmah's shores, from Afrie's 

strand, 

From India's burning plain, 
From Europe, from Columbia's land, 

We hope to meet again. 
It i> the hope, the blissful hope, 

Which Jesus' grace has given, &c. 

4 Xo lingering look, no parting sigh, 
Our future meeting knows; 

There friendship beams from every eye, 

And hope immortal grows. 
O sacred hope ! O blissful hope ! 

Which Jesus' grace has given, &c. 



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1 Foi a season called to part, 
Let us now ourselves commend 

To the gracious eye and heart 

Of our ever-present friend. 

2 Jesus ! hear our humble prayer ; 
Tender Shepherd of thy sheep ! 

Let thy mercy and thy care 
All our souls in safety keep 



3 In thy strength may we be strong, 
Sweeten every cross and pain ; 

Grant, that, if we live, ere long 
We may meet in peace again. 

4 Then, if thou thy help afford, 
Joyful songs to thee shall rise, 

And our souls shall -praise the Lord, 
Who regards our humble cries. 



404 When shall ice meet again, a soil. 
Tune, l< Encouragement," page 97. 

1 When shall we all meet again ? 
"When shall we all meet again? 
Oft shall glowing hope expire, 
Oft shall wearied love retire, * 
Oft shall death and sorrow reign, 
Ere we all shall meet again. 

2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
Parched beneath the hostile sky; 
Though the dcv\) between us rolls, 
Friendship Shall unite our souls ; 
And in fancy's wide domain, 
There shall we all meet again. 

3" When the dreams of life are fled, 
When its wasted lamps are dead, 
When in cold oblivion's shade, 
Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid, 
"Where immortal spirits reign, 
There may we all meet again. 



405 Close of Worship. 

Tune, '• Sicilian IIymu. v page 54. 

1 Brethren, while»again we venture, 
Out on life's tempestuous sea. 

Following in His steps who leads us, 
We shall more than conquerors be 

2 Pilgrims yet, our way lies onward, 
Through a world of death and sin, 

Only they who wrestle ever, 
Shall the crown of glory win. 

o Strengthened by this blest communion 

Heart with heart in union blends, 
. O, how dear will be that meeting, 
Where the worship never ends. 

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THE SACRED LYRE. 



SILOAM. C. M. 



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And give the year to thee. 

4 So shall their course more grateful roll 

If future years a*rise ; 
Or this shall bear my waiting soul 
To joy beyond the skies. 

DODDRIDGE. 

1 04 Close of the Year. 

1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 

And lift your voices high; 
Awake, and praise that sovereign love 
That shows salvation nigh. 

2 On all the wings of time it flies ; 

Each moment brings it near : 
Then welcome each declining day ; 
Welcome each closing year. 

5 Not many years their rounds shall run, 

Nor many mornings rise, 



Ere all its glories stand revealed 
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4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; 
Ye mortal powers, decay ; 
Fast as ye bring the night of death, 
Ye bring eternal day. doddridge. 

405 Closing Hymn. e. brad ford. 

1 One more petition, O our God, 

We lay before thy throne ; 
That thou wouldst bless us as we* part, 
And our weak efforts own. 

2 O ever may the love of God 

Within our bosoms glow ; 
And love to man, in all our acts, 
The humble Christian show. 

3 That when thou makest up thy gems 

In yonder world of bliss, 
It may be known that not in vain 
Our mission was in this. 



CLOSING AND OPENING TEAR. 



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Whose constant mercies from the skies 
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3 In every scene of life, thy care, 

In every age, we see ; 
And constant as thy favors arc, 
80 let our praises be. 

4 Still may thy love, in every scene, 

In every age, appear ; 
And let the same compassion deign 
To bless the opening year. 

5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring 

Our wandering souls to God; 
In our affliction we shall sing, 
If thou wilt bless the rod. 

HEGINBOTHAM. 



3 Send down thy Spirit from above, 

That saints may love thee more, 
And sinners now may learn to love 
Who never loved before. 

4 And when before thee we appear, 

In our eternal home, 
May growing numbers worship here, 
And praise thee in our room. 

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410 New Year. Prayer for a Blessing. 

1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 

And make thy glory known ; 
Now let us all thy presence feel, 
And soften hearts of stone. 

2 From all the guilt of former sin 

May mercy set us free ; 
And let the year we now* begin 
Begin and end with thee. 



411 Refactions at the End of the Year, 

1 And now, my soul, another year 

Of thy short life is past ; 

I cannot long continue here, 

And this may be my hist. 

2 Much of my hasty life is gone, 

Nor will return again ; 
And swift my passing moments rur,— 
The few that yet remain. 

3 Awake, my soul ; with utmos*' .an* 

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What are my hopes? how sure ? how 
What is thy great concern? 

4 Behold, another year begins ; 

Set out afresh for heaven ; 
Seek pardon for thy former sins, 
In Christ so freely given. AXON. 



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1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head 

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Beneath us lie the countless dead, 
And far above is heaven. 

2 Death rides on nw.vy pissing breeze, 

Ai d lurks in every flower; 
Each season has its own disease, 
Its peril every hour. 

3 Turn, sinner, turn : thy danger know 

Where'er thy foot can tread, ^ 

The earth rings hollow from below, 

And warns thee of her dead. 
I Turn, Christian, 'urn: thy soul apply 

To truths which hourly tell 
That they who underneath thee lie 

ShalJ live in heaven — or hell 



414 Preparation for Death. BSDDOMS. 

1 If I must die, O, let me die 
With hope in Jesus' blood — 

The blood that saves from sin and guilt 
And reconciles to God. 

2 If I must die, O, let me die 
In peace with all mankind, 

And change these fleeting joys below 
For pleasures more refined. 

3 If I must die, — and die I must, — • 
Let some kind seraph come, 

And bear me on his friendly wing 

To my celestial home, 
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.May I but have a view, 
Though Jordan should o'erllow its bankl 

I'll boldly venture through. 



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Securely shall my ashes lie, 

And wait the summons from on high. 

\ Asleep in Jesus! far from thee 

Thy kindred and their graves may be; 

(>ur thine is still a blessed sleep, 

From v. hi;h none ever wakes to weep. 

S Asleep in Jesus! O, how sweet 

J u be lor such a slumber meet; 

With holy confidence to sing, 

That death has lost his venomed sting! 

MRS. MAC KAY. 

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(io to thy longed for. happy home ! 



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The voice of angels bids thee come. 
2 If life be not in length of days, 
In si.vered locks and furrowed brow, 



But living to the Saviour's praise, 
How lew have lived so long as thou ! 

3 Though earth may boast one gem the 
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May not e'en heaven the richer be ? 

And myriads on thy footsteps press, 
To share thy blest eternity. 

417 "Death of the Righteous. bjlxmjlukb, 

1 How blest the righteous whe.l Le dies! 
When sinks a weary soul to rest 

How mildly beam the closing eyes. 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears. 
Where lights and shades alternate dwell 

How bright th' unchanging morn appears 
■ Farewell, inconstant world, farewell. 



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There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise 
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 
Who, who would live alway away from his Goo* - 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 
There saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; 
White anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 



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1. There is an hour of peaceful rest 

To mourning wanderers given ; 
There is a joy for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast; 

'Tis found alone in heaven. 

2. There is a home for weary souls, 

"By sins and sorrows driven, 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear — 'tis heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 

The heart no longer riven, — 
And views the tempest passing by, 
Sees evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene in heaven. 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom t 

And joys supreme are given ; 
There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 
Beyond the dark and narrow" tomb 

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Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through ; 

Strong Deliverer, . 
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3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
Bid the swelling stream divide ; 
Death of death, and hell's destruction 
Land me safe on Canaan's side ; 

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B it fly for succor to his breast. 

And he'd conduct me home. 
A When by affliction sharply tried, 

I viewed the gaping tomb; 
Although I dread death's chilling tide, 

Yet still I sighed for home. 
5 Weary of wandering round and round 

This vale of sin and gloom, 
[ long to leave the unhallowed ground, 

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And bliss without alloy ; 
There they that oft had sown in tears 

Shall reap again in joy. 

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422 The Peace and Rrpoxr of Heaven. 

1 There is an hour of hallowed peace 
For those with cares oppressed, 

When sighs and sorrowing tears shall 
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And all be hushed to rest. % 

2 Tis then the soul is freed from fears 
And doubts which here annoy ; 

Then they that oft had sown in tears 
Shall reap again in joy. 

3 There is a home of sweet repose, 
Where storms assail no more ; 

Oie stream of endless pleasure flows 
On that celestial shore. 



423 Glories of Heaven. Steele. 

1 Far from these narrow scenes of night, 
Unbounded glories rise, 

And realms of joy and pure delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 Fair distant land ! — could mortal eyef 
But half its charms explore. 

How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell on earth no more ! 

3 No cloud those blissful regions know— 
Realms ever bright and fair ! 

For sin, the source of mortal wo, 
Can never enter there. 

4 Oh may the heavenly prospect liie 
Our hearts with ardent '©ve ' 

Till wings of faith, and strong desire, 
Bear every thought above. 

5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, 
For thy bright courts on high ; 

Then bid our spirits rise, and jcin 
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And rivers of delight ! 

3 O'er all those wide extended plains 
Shines one eternal day ; 

There God, the Sun, forever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
Can reach that healthful shore ; 

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

5 When shall I reach that happy place, 
And be forever blest? 

When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in His bosom rest ? 

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 
Can here no longer stay ; 

Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I'i launch away. 

SJENNETT. 



425 WATTS. 

1 O, the delights, the heavenly joys, 

The glories of the place, 
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams 

Of Iiis o'erliowing grace ! 



2 Sweet majesty and awful love 
Sit smiling on His brow ; 

And all the glorious ranks above 
At humble distance bow. 

3 Archangels sound His lofty praise 
Through every heavenly street, 

And lay their highest honors down 
Submissive at His feet. 

4 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, 
Whom Ave, unseen, adore ; 

But when our eyes behold His face, 
Our hearts shall love Him more. 

5 And while our failh enjoys this sight, 
We long to leave our clay ; 

And wish Thy fiery chariots, Lord, 
To bear our souls away. 

426 Treasure in Heaven. 

1 Tes, there are joys that cannot die, 
With God laid up in store — ■ 

Treasures, beyond the changing sky, 
More bright than golden ore. 

2 To that bright world my soul aspire^ 
With rapturous delight: 

O for the Spirit's quickening powers, 
To speed ine in mv flight ! 

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Whose name is exalted above 

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My soul from her portion in thee ; 

strike off this adamant ehain, 
And make me eternally free. 

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When arrayed in thy glories I shine, I 3 \\ r e speak of its service of love. 

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5 O then shall the veil be removed, But what must it be to be there ! 

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1 We speak of the realms of the blest, 
That country so bright and so fair; 

And oft are its glories confessed, 
But what must it be to be there ! 

2 We speak of its freedom from sin, 
From sorrow, temptation, and care, 

Fiom trials without and within. — 
But what must it be to be there ! 



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O for a sight, a pleasing sight, 
Of our almighty Father's throne! 

There sits our Saviour.crowned with light, ! 
Clothed with a body like our own. 



Adoring saints around him stard, 

A 1 1 thrones and powers before him fall. 
The . od shines gracious through the man 
' ad sheds bright glor : ".s on them all. 

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NO BORROW THERE. S. M. 

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O, watch my dying face, 
To catch the bright seraphic glow, 
Which o'er each feature plays. 

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4 Then to my raptured ear, 

Let one sweet s jn en : 

r^et music charm me last on Earth, 

A. id greet me first in Heaven. 

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And lay me down to 
And clasp my cold and icy hands, 
Upon my lifeless breast. 
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6 Then round my senseless clay, 
Assemble those 1 love — 



And sing of Heaven, delightful Heaven, 
My glorious home above. 

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Home in Heaven moxtgomert. 



1 My Father's house on high ! 

Home of my soul ! how near, 
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye 
Thy golden gates appear '. 

2 I hear at morn and even, 

At noon and midnight hour, 
The choral harmonies of heaven 
Seraphic music pour. 

3 O. then my spirit faints 

To reach the land I love — 
The bright inheritance of saints, 
My glorious home above. 



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How sweet to my soul is com - mu - nion with sainta ; 

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And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease ! 
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, 

I long to behold thee, in glory at home. 

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, 

Which hinders my joy and communion with thee ; 
Though now my temptations like billows may foam, 
All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at homft 

4 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, 
No more as an exile, in sorrow to pine, 

And in thy dear image, arise from the tomb, 
With glorified millions to praise thee, at home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
Receive me, dear Saviour, in tfiory, my homo. 



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\\ hv should I stay from thence ? 

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To die and go from hence V 

4 Reach down, <) Lord, thine arm of grace, 

And cause me to ascend 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 

And Sabbaths never enif. 
6 My Iriei.ds, 1 bid you ail adieu — 

I leave yoi in God's rare; 
And if 1 never more see you, 

Go on, 1*11 meet you there. 

5 When we've been there ten thousand 

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Bright sinning as the sim. 
We've no less i\\y* to sing God's praise 
Taari wIhp. we first begun. 

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43.5 The Heavenly Jerusalem. 

1 Jerusalem ! my glorious home ! 
Name ever dear to me : 

When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy, and peace, and thee '? 

2 when, thou city of my God, 
Shall 1 thy courts ascend. 

Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And Sabbaths have no end? 

3 There happier bowers than Edet** 

bloom. 
Nor sin nor sorrow know; 
Blest seats, thro' rude and stormy scecei 
1 onward press to yon. 

4 Jerusalem ! my glorious home ! 
My soul still aahts for thee ; 

Then shall my labors have an end, 
When I thy joys shall see. 

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FOREVER WITH THE LORD. S. M. 

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2 Here in the body pent, 

Absent from thee I roam ; 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, 
A day's march nearer home. 
8 Forever with the Lord ! 
Saviour, if 'tis thy will, 
The promise of that faithful word, 
E'en here to me fulfil. 

4 So when my latest breath 

Shall rend the vail in twain, 
By death I shall escape from death, 
And life eternal gain. 

5 Knowing as I am known, 

How shall I love that word, 
And oft repeat before the throne — 
FOKEVEK WITH THE LoKD. 

MONTGOMERY. 



437 

1 O for the death of those 

Who slumber in the Lord ! 

O be like their's my last repose, 

Like their's my last reward. 

2 Their bodies in the ground, 

In silent hope may lie, 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
Shall call them to the sky. 

3 Their ransomed spirits soar 

On wings of faith and love, 

To meet the Saviour they adore, 

And reign with him above. 

4 With us their names shall live 

Through lonu succeeding years. 
Embalmed with all our hearts can givt 
Our praises and our tears. 

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"Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home/' 

Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; 

Harps of the olessed, your voices I hear! 

K'mors with the harmony heaven's high dome, 

4 '. Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 
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Death, with thy weapons of war lay me low, 

Strike, King of terrors, I fear not the blow; 

le-u- hath broken the bars of the tomb: 

J-.>\ liilly, j«>\ fully will I go home. 

Itripht will the morn of eternity dawn, 

heath Khali be banished, his sceptre be gone; 

Joyfully then, shall I witness his doom; 

Joyfullj, joyfully, safely at home. 

43.9 The Christian Vtctor. 

1 
Happy the spirit released from its clay: 
Happy the soul that goes bounding away: 
Sinking, as upward it bastes to the skies, 
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Many the toils it ha.« passed through below 
Many the seasons of trial and wo; 
Many the doubtings it never should sing, 
Victory! victory! thus on the wing. 

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There lies the wearisome body at rest; 
Closed are its eyelids, and quiet its breast; 
Bur the glad spjrit, on pinions of light, 
•* Victory, victory," sings in its flight. 
While we are weeping our friends gone from 

earth. 
Angels are singing their heavenly birth: 
" Welcome. O welcome to our happy shoro, 
Victory! victory! weep ye no mere," 

3 
How can we wish them recalled from their 

home, 
Longer in sorrowing exile to roam? 
Safely they passed from their troubles re- 

* neath. 
Victory! victory! shouting in death ; 
Thus let them slumber, till Christ from the 

skies, 
Bids them in glorified bodies irise; 
Singing, as upward they spring from the 

tomb, 
"Victory! victory! Jesus hath come!" 



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These from great affliction came ; 
Now before the throne of God, 

Sealed with his almighty name, 
Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor palms in every hand, 
Through their dear Redeemer's might, 

Mote than conqnerers they stand. 
Uuivjer, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed ; 
Them, the Limb amid the throne, 

Shall to living fountains lead: 
„ oy and gladness banish sighs ; 

Perfect love dispels all fears ; 
And forever from their eyes 

Vjod shall wipe away the tears. 

MONTGOiMERY. 




Watchman, tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are. 
Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height, 

See that glory beaming star! 
Watchman, < oes its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
Traveller, yes ; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 
Watchman, tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn. 
Traveller, darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease 
Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Traveller, lo! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo ! the Son of God is come. 

BO WRING. 



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Come, come away ; 
Why will ve doubting stand, 

Why still delay? 
Oh, we shall happy be, 
When, from sin and sorrow free, 
Lord, we shall live with thee, 

Blest, blest for aye. 

3 Bright, in that happy land, 

Beams every eye ; 
Kept by a Father's hand, 

Love cannot die. 
Oh, thenar to glory run ; 
Be a crown and kingdom won ; 
And bright, above the sun, 

We reign for aye. 



113 The House of Prayer. 

1 Sweet is the House of Prayer, 
Dear, hallowed place ; 
Oft let me thence repair, 

For heavenly grace 
There Jesus meets his own, 
There he makes his favor known, 
While saints surround the throne, 
And seek his face. 



Lord, in this House of Prayer, 

Thy Word be taught : 
Here ransomed souls declare 
What grace hath wrought: 
Heie precious numbers meet, 
Sitting at the Saviour's feet, 
While living waters sweet 
To them are brought. 

Blest be this House of Prayer, 

Lord, to thee given ; 
Here hearts thy mercy share, 

By sorrow riven. 
Oh, bless thy people dear, 
And to all who gather here, 
May this glad place appear 

The gate of Heaven. 

When in the House of Prayer 

We meet no more ; 
When all cur earthly care 

Is ever o'er ; 
Oh, may we meet above, 
In our Father's house of love, 
And Jesus' friendship prove, 

On Canaan's shore. 



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SHINING SHORE. 

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We look afar, across the wave, 
Our distant home discerning : 
For now, &c. 



Should coming days be dark and cold, 
We will not yield to sorrow, 

For hope will sing with courage bold, 

44 There's glory on the morrow i* 

For now, &c. 



Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise, 

Each cord on earth to sever — 
There — bright and joyous in the skies — 
There is our home forever ; 

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Our friends are passing over : 
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Trembling while a crystal flood, Issued from her weeping eyes. 

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! For awhile she lingering stood, Filled with sorrow and sur - prise, 



2 But her sorrows quickly fled 

When she heard his welcome voice ; 
Christ had risen from the dead — 

Now he bids her heart rejoice. 
What a change his word can make, 

Turning darkness into day ; 
Ye who "weep for Jesus' sake, 

He will wipe your tears away. 

3 He who came to comfort her, 

When she thought her all was lost, 
Will for your relief appear, 

Though you now are tempest tost. 
On his arm your burden cast; 

On his love your thoughts employ ; 
Weeping for a while may last, 

But the morning brings the joy. 

f 17 Fur Mite- Societies. 

v Little rain-drops feed the rill, 

Bills to meet the brooklet glide; 
Brooks the broader livers fill, 

Rivers swell the ocean's tide, — 

Ocean, — that with solemn note, 

Proudly real's a foaming crest, 

While the mightiest navies float 

Lightly o'er its billowy breast 



2 So, the dew-drops gathered here, — 

Mites from willing childhood's hand, 
Shall those streams of bounty cheer, 

That with greenness clothe the land ; 
With that sea of love shall blend. 

Which the gospel's grace doth pour, 
And the name of Jesus send 

E'en to earth's remotest shore. 



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Children of the heavenly King, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 
Ye are travelling home to God, 
In the way the father's trod ; 
They are happy now — and ye 
Soon their happiness shall see. 
2 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; 
You on Jesus' throne shall rest : 
There your seat is now prepared — 
There your kingdom and reward. 
Lord, submissive make us go, 
Gladly leaving all below : 
Only thou our leader be ; 
And we still will follow thee. 

CEXXICK. 



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Nor can the memory find 
A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
Saviour of mankind ! 

3 hope of every contrite heart! 

O joy of all the meek ! 
To those who fall, how kind thou art! 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 But what to those who find? Ah! this, 

Nor tongue nor pen can show; 
The love of Jesu«, what it is, 
None but his loved ones know. 

BERNARD. 



450 Love to Christ. 

1 Do not I love thee, 0, my Lord ? 

Behold my heart and see; 

And turn the dearest idol out, 

That dares to rival thee. 

2 Is not thy name melodious still 

To mine attentive ear ) 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

3 Hast, thou a lamb in all thy flock 

I would disdain to feed f 
Ifast thou a foe before whose face 
I fear thv cause to plead ? 
I Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord; 
But O ! I long to soar 



Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
That I may love thee more. 
5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood 
In honor of thy name ? 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th' immortal flame ? 

451 "Things hoped-for. ,y 

1 These are the crowns that we shall wear, 

When all the saints are crowned; 
These are the palms that we shall bear 
On yonder holy ground. 

2 These are the robes unsoiled and whit* 

Which we shall then put on, 
When, foremost 'mong the sons of light, 
We sit on yonder throne. 

3 That is the city of the saints, 

Where we :o soon shall stand, 
When we shall strike these deseit Lents, 
And quit this desert-land. 

4 Then welcome toil, and care, and paia! 

And welcome sorrow, too! 
All toil is rest, all grief is gain, 
With such a prize in view. 

5 Come, crown and throne; ccnte, lobo and 

palm; 
Burst forth, glad stream of peace f 
Come, holy city of the Lamb! 
Rise, Sun of 'Righteousness ! 

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452 Not ashamed of Christ. chego. 

Tune—" Sweet Hour of Prayer," page 14. 

1 Jesus ! and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of thee ! 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine thro' endless days ! 

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
OVr l his benighted soul of mine. 

S Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon 
I et midnight be ashamed of noon; 
"lis midnight with my soul till he, 
Bright Morning-Star! bid darkness flee. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear friend. 
On whom my hones of heaven depend! 
Xo ; when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere li is name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to erave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Tiil then, J boast a Saviour slain 1 
And O. may this my glory be, 

That Christ is not ashamed of me. 



453 Glorying in the Cross. 

Tune— 4 * Glorious Tidings," page 166. 
1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 
5 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 
Never shall the cross forsake me ; 

Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon my way, 
From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds new lustre to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 

By the cross are sanctified; 
Peace is there that knows no measure, 

Joys that through all time abide. 
b In the cross of Christ I jrlorv, 

Towering o'er the wrecks "of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 

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454 Love to the Church. DWIOB1 

Tune— Shirland, page 153- 

1 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 

The house of thine abode, 
The church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways, 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

3 Jesus, thou Friend divine, 

Our Saviour and our King: 
Thy hand from every snare and foe 

Shall great deliverance bring. 
•i Sure as thy truth shall last, 

To Zion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 

And brighter bliss of heaven, 

455 Heavenly Joy on Earth. WATTi 

Tune— Kentucky, page 1G. 

1 Come, we that love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 

That never knew our God ; 
But children of the heavenly King 
Mav speak his praise abroad. 

3 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

4 Then let our songs abound, 

And exery tear be dry ; [groun»l, 
We're marching through Immanuel's 
To faiier worlds on hii'h. 



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Tune — Ward, page 55. 

1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; 
But there's a nobler rest above ; 

To that our longing souls aspire, 
With cheerful hope, and strong desire* 

2 Xo more fatigue, no more distress, 
Xor sin nor death shall reach the plaee ; 
No groans shall mingle with the songs 
Which dwell upon immortal tongues 

3 O long expected day begin : 

Dawn on these realms of pain and sin ; 
With joy we'll tread th'appointed road, 
And sheep in dttath to rest wiih God. 



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THE SACRED LYRE. 



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1 Sweet Sunday School ! I love the place, 

I love its good to share ; 
I love to see each happy face, 
I love to be one there. 

CHORUS. 

And as I learn, of Jesus learn, 
Who loves a child like me, 

I would from sin and folly turn, 
His own dear lamb to be. 

2 Sweet Sunday School 1 there, with de- 

light, 
My teacher's words I hear; 
I love to say my lesson right, 
I love the Bible dear. 

5 Sweet Sunday School ! O, how I love 

Its precious hymns to sing ; 
It makes me think of heaven above, 
Where angel voices ring. 

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4 Tlais might I hide my blushing face 

While his dear cross appears, 

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 

And melt mine eyes to tears. 

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe ; 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
Tii all that I can do. 



458 Social Prayer. 

1 From busy toil and heavy care 

We turn the weary mind ; 
And in the place of social prayer 
Our sanctuary find. 

chorus. 
The welcome hour, the peaceful hour 

It is the hour of prayer; 
Our souls receive renewing power, 

For Jesus meets us there. 

2 The voice that stilled the stormy wavei 

On distant Galilee, 
Speaks once again, and at the sound, 
Retires another sea. 

3 The restless waves of care and strife 

Obey the mighty voice ; 
Peace broods the quiet waters o'er, 
And all our souls rejoice. 

4 These heaven-bright hours too soon 

are past ; 
Grant, Lord, this greater boon ; 
A place where worship never ends, 
Nor night succeeds to noon. 

CnORUS, FOR SOON MEETING. 

The mid day hour, the noontide hour 

It is the hour of prayer ; 
Our souls receive renewing power, 

For Jesus meets us there. 



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f X t> fi X OF HYMN'S. 



Lord, Ocxl the Holy Ghost 04 ■ 

Lord, how delightful 15 

Lord. I am thine 110, 130; 

Lord, in the morning 190 j 

Lord, look on all- • •'• 1 H5 | 

Lord, may thy goodness 188; 

Lord of heaven and earth 186 j 

Lord, of my life 190 ! 

Lord, send thy word 179 

I ,ord, thou hast won 104 

Lord, 'tis sweet 8 

Lord, avc come before 8 

Lord, what a heaven • • • 15 

i ,ord, what a wretehed 40 

Lord, when we bow ■ • • • 33 

Lord, while for all 189 

Love divine, all love 128 

Love is the fountain 146 

Love is the strongest 146 

Lo ! what a glorious sight 1 78 

Lo! what ail entertaining 155 

Majestic sweetness 40 

.May I resolve with ail 130 

'Mid scenes of confusion 208 

Morning breaks upon • • • 50 

Morn of Zion's glory 165 

Mourning sinner 93 

Must Jesus bear the cross 140 

My country ! 'tis of thee 164 

My days, my weeks 77 

My Father's house 207 

M v former hopes 101 

My God, how endless 150 

My God, my life 153 I 

My God, permit me 24 ! 

My gracious Lord 150 ! 

My heavenly home 1 31 | 

My Saviour, my Almighty 149 j 

My soul, be on thy guard 162 j 

Nature with open volume 59 

Nay, I cannot let thee go 13 

No more, my God 148 ! 

Now gracious Lord 1971 

Now let our souls 150 ' 

Now the Saviour standeth 71 j 

Now the shades 192 

Now we hail the happy 169 j 

Now we the gospel ....... 1 71 i 

O bless the Lord, my soul 146j 

O careless sinner, come 83 

O'er the gloomy hills 169 



O'er the realms 1 6* 

() fly, mourning sinner 91 

for a closer walk 33 

O for a sight 20o 

O for a thousand 39 

Oft the tidings 93 

O happy day that fixed 106 

O how divine, how sweet 125, 133 

O how happy are they 119 

O Jesus, keep me near 140 

O Jesus, our Saviour 13 7 

O Lord, our God J 7 7 

O Lord, thy tender 32 

O Lord, thy work 61 

One more petition 1 96 

On Jordan's stormy .... 204 

On the mountain's top 168 

On Thibet's snow-capt 183 

Onward, onward men 167 

O Saviour, welcome 140 

O sing to me of heaven 207 

O sun of righteousness 62 

O that my load of sin 103 

O the delights, the heavenly 204 

O thou, in whose • • • 19 

O thou, my soul, forget 55 

O thou, that hear'st 105 

O thou, sun of glorious 166 

O thou, the wretehed's 33 

O thou who dryest 33 

O turn ye 68 

O when shall I see Jesus 116 

O where is now that 62 

O where shall rest 82 

Our souls by love 156 

Out on an ocean 1 22 

O Zion, tune thy voice. 1 74 

People of the living God ...... 141 

Plunged in a gulf 41 

Praise, my soul, the God 21 

Prayer is th'e breath 27 

Prayer is the contrite 27 

Prostrate, dear Jesus 102 

Quench not the Spirit 78 

Rejoice for Christ 115. 181 

Remark my soul 196 

Repent, the voice 78 

Revive thy churches 62 

Revive thy work, O Lord 64 

Rise gracious God 1 75 

Rise, my soul, and 169 



INDEX OF HYMNS. 



Rise Sun of glory 1 74 

Hock of Ages* • • • 00 

House ye at the Saviour's G7 

Salvation. O the joyful 140 

Saviour, bear us 1 00 

Saviour visit thy« • • • Gl 

Saw ye not the cloud V 124 

Say sinner, hath a voice V 73 

See from Ziou\s sacred 1 69 

Send, O send the glorious 1G7 

Serene, I laid me down 191 

Shine, mighty God 179 

Show pity, Lord • • • 72 

Sing all ye ransomed 145 

Sinner go, will you go • • • 86 

Siuner, why so thoughtless 73 

Sinners are bending 112 

Sinners hear the melting 92 

Sinners obey the gospel 95 

Sinners turn 75 

Softly now the light of day 192 

Soldiers of Christ, arise 1G2 

Sons of day, arise 107 

Soon may the last 180 

Sound, sound the truth 1 04 

Sovereign grace has 1 24 

Sovereign of worlds above 1 75 

Sovereign of worlds, display 181 

Sow in the morn thy 151 

Spirit divine, attend 35 

Spirit of peace 155 

Stand up, my soul 148 

Sweet hour of prayer 14 

Sweet is the prayer 27 

Sweet land of rest 203 

Sweet the moments 54 

Sweet was the time 23 

Tell us, wanderer 89 

That awful day 79 

That warning voice 77 

The chariot ! the chariot ! • 81 

The day has come 125 

The day is drawing nigh 64 

The day is past and gone 191 

The gloomy night • • • • 182 

The God of grace 35 

The God of harvest praise 187 

The heathen perish 181 

The hour of prayer 22 

The light of Sabbath Eve 5 

The luord can clear 65 



The Lord into his garden • 1 2o 

The Lord will happiness 133 

The morning light is breaking 1 70 

The pity of the Lord 102 

The praying spirit 20 

The ransomed spirit 59 

There is a fountain 41 

There is a land mine eve 206 

There is a land of pure* 134 

There is an hour of hallowed 203 

There is an hour of peace 201 

There's not a star 26 

The Saviour calls G5 

The voice of free grace 99 

Thou lovely source- • • • 17 

Thou sweet gliding 4Q 

Thou that dost my life 192 

Time is winging us 103 

Tis done, the great 14 3 

'Tis finished 55 

'Tis God, the Spirit 11 

To-day, if you will hear 95 

To-day the Saviour calls 93 

To I Inn from whom 189 

To Jesus, the crown 205 

Together ht us sweetly 114 

To leave my dear home 9 

To the ark away 80 

To thee, O my Saviour 159 

To the haven 136 

Upon the crystal 140 

Vain are all terrestrial 1 29 

Vain, delusive world 136 

Vain man, thy fond 78 

Weep for the lost 78 

Weeping soul, no longer 97 

Welcome, welcome, dear 138 

We're travelling home 90 

We speak of the realms 205 

What glory gilds 26 

What heavenly music 145 

What is the thing 79 

What is the world 31 

What various hindrances 15 

When Abra'm, full of 185 

When all thy mercies 27 

When for eternal worlds 139 

When God revealed 14-5 

When I can read 56 

When I survey 55 

When marshalled 53 



INDEX OF HYMNS. . 



A clnrgc to keep- • 
Acquaint thyself • • • 
A debtor to mercy- 

Ah, jruilty sinner- • 
Aii, what can [• •• • 
Alas ! and did my« 
All hail the power 
Ail ve who fool- • • • 



Am izing grace 

Am [ a soldier 

An d am I only born • • 

And i lid the holy 

And now my soul 

Angels from the realms- 
Angela roll the rock 
Another day is past* • • • 
Arise in all thy splendor 
Arise my soul, arise- • • 
Arise my soul, to Pisgal 
Arm of the Lord, awake 

Asleep in Jesus 

As o'er the past 

Auspicious morning- • • « 

Awake and sing 

Awaked by Sinai's 

Awake, my soul 

Awake our souls 

Awake ye saints 

Heboid ! a stranger 

Behold ! Behold the Lamb 
Behold the expected time 
Bebold the light is- • • 
Behold the mountain- 
Behold the Saviour- • 

Beneath our feet 

Beside the gospel pool 
lij egs the Lord, my soul 
Blest are the sons • • • 

Blest be the tie 

Blest Jesus, while in- • • 
B'ow ye the trumpet • • 
Brethren, while again • 

Broad is the road 

Children of Zion 

Christian see the Orient 
Christians, the glorious hope 



Christ the Lord is risen • - • 

Come, at the Saviour's eaL 

Come, dearest Lord 

Come, happy souls 

Come, heavenly love - 

Come, Holy Spirit, calm • 

Come, Holy Spirit 

Come, humble sinner 

Come in, thou blessed 

Come, let us join our 

Come, let us lift our 

Come, Lord, in mercy- • • •* 

Come, mourning sinners 

Come, thou desire 

Come, thou fount 

Come, to Calvary's 

Come, to Jesus 

Come to the place of prayer 

Come, weary souls 

Come, ye disconsolate 

Come, ye sinners, poor- • 

Come, ye sinners 

Crown his head 

Crown the Saviour 

Dark was the night 

Day of judgment • 

Dearest of all the names 

Dear Saviour, we rejoice 

Delay not, delay not 

Did Christ o'er sinners 

Draw nigh to us 

Dread Jehovah ! God 

Eternal source 

Eternal Spirit, God 

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From the cross 97 

From whence doth this 152 

Gently, Lord, O gently 12 

Gird thy swor I on • • • 1 73 

G lorious tiling s of thee 166 

God is my strong 1 7.1 

God of our lives 107 

Go. spirit of the sainted 109 

Ge, to dark Gethsemane GO 

Great (rod, attend * • • 42 

Great God. let all my 188 

Great God, the nations 1 78 

Great Redeemer, Friend 1 29 

Guide me, O thou great 202 

Hail, sweetest, dearest tie 195 

Hail, thou "blest morn 36 

Flail, thou happy morn 51 

Kail, thou long expected 37 

Hail, to the Lord's 171 

Hark, a distant voice 1 73 

Hark, from yon wilds, 181 

Hark, my soul, it is 8 

Hark, sinner, hark 79 

Hark, the glad sound 39 

I lark, the gospel 89 

Hark, the notes of angels 37 

Hark ! the voice of love 48 

Hark, what mean those 3 7 

Hark ! what mean those lamenta* • 167 

Haste, O sinner 75 

I fear, gracious Sovereign 62 

He dies, the Friend 52 

He lives, the Great 52 

I le that goeth forth 66 

How biest the righteous 199 

How can I sleep 193 

How charming the 11 

How few the word 65 

I low firm a foundation 158 

How happy every child 155 

How lost was my condition 117 

1 low lovely the place • • • • • 18 

How painfully pleasing • • 30 

How sweet, how heavenly 154 

How sweetly flowed 59 

How sweet the melting 20 

How sweet the name 45 

How tedious and tasteless 157 

If human kindness 45 

If I must die 198 

I have sousht round 107 

In the Christians home, 121 



; 1 just begin to see 101 

; I love the sacred book 29 

1 1 love to steal awhile away 22 

i Fni not ashamed 14 7 

j I'm weary of straying 159 

In all my Lord's • 142 

In evil long I took Ill 

In one fraternal 155 

In songs of sublime 19 

In thy great name 10 

In thy name, O Lord 12 

I saw beyond the tomb 32 

I send the joys of earth 1 20 

Isles of the south 1 75 

Is there no hope 73 

I was a wandering 135 

I would not live alway 200 

Jerusalem, my glorious 209 

Jerusalem, my happy home 209 

Jesus,\iear name 91 

Jesus full of all compassion 100 

Jesus, hail enthroned 54 

Jesus, I love thy charming 17 

Jesus, I my cross have 1 08 

Jesus, immortal King 179 

Jesus, lover of my soul 13 

♦Jesus my all to heaven 110 

Jesus my strength 25 

Jesus shall reign 181 

Jesus sought me 115 

Jesus thou art the sinner's 17 

Jesus thy love, shall we 57 

Jesus who knows 16, 20 

Jesus we bow before 1 84 

Join all the glorious 53 

Just as I am 110 

Kindred in Christ • • 143 

Know, my soul, thy 1 09 

Laborers of Christ 151 

Let everlasting glories 29 

Let party names 153 

Let pure clouds of incense • 19 

Let saints below 155 

Let saints on earth 39 

Let thy kingdom 06 

Light of those, whose 1 29 

Life is the time 74 

Lo Jesus, the Saviour- • • 69 

Look, ye saints, the day- •• • 1S8 

Look, ye saints, the sight 57 

Lo, on a narrow neck 77 



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When morning's first 19 J 

Win n shall the voire 

When shall we all meet 

\Yli»'n strangers stand 

When thou my righteous 

When thy mortal life 

When we in darkness 

IVhere are the dead 

Wii"te two or three 

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1 95 Why will ye waste 71 

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Wretched and guilty •• 
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Ye dying sons of men • 

Ye glittering toys 

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Ye men and angels- • 
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HYMNS. 



Children of the Heavenly King. • • 215 

Come, friends, and let us 219 

Come we that love the Lord 217 

Do not I love thee, O my Lord. • • 216 

Forever with the Lord 210 

From busy toil and heavy care- •• 218 

Happy the spirit released 211 

My days are gliding 214 

1 love thy kingdom, Lord 217 

In the Cross of Christ I glory 217 

Jcmis, and shall it ever be 2 i 7 

Jesus, the very thought of thee • • •'• 216 

Joyfully, joyfully, onward 211 



Little rain drops feed the rill • • • 215 

Mary at the Saviour's tomb 215 

O, for the death of those 210 

Stand up for Jesus 220 

Sweet is the hour of prayer 213 

Sweet Sunday School 218 

These are the crowns 216 

There is a happy land 213 

Thine earthly Sabbaths 217 

Thus might I hide my blushing face 218 

Wake the song of Jubilee 214 

Watchman, tell us of the night- • • - 212 

Who are these in bright array- • • • 212 



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Bculah : 212 1 

Consecration 21 6 | 

Forever with the Lord 210 

Jubilee 214 

Martyn 215 



Stand up for Jesus 220 

The Cross before the Crown 2 i 9 

The happy land 213 

The Sunday School li 1 8 

Triumph- • •* • • -211 



IND2X OF TUNES. 



LONG METRE. 

Brldgcvntcr 42 

Buckfield 130 

Canaan 114 

Christ the Way 110 

Communion 188 

Convert's Farewell 120 

Convert's Praise for a Revival 113 

Dearborn 02 

I hike Street 148 

I lambarg 98 

Nappv Dav..'. 106 

Hear To-dav 95 

Holden .......... 24 

I'm uoing Home 131 

Ladona .*. 206 

Loving Kindness 43 

( )Ui Hundred 184 

Olivet 29 

Resurrection 52 

Holland lf>0 

Submission 103 

Sweet I lour of Pi aver 14 

The Pilgrim's Farewell 132 

The Promise 7 

The Star of Bethlehem 58 

Ward 55 

Ware 180 

Wells 71 

Welton 143 

Windham 72 

Zephyr 199 



Ortonville 48 

Peterboro' 147 

Pisgah n 

Sacramental Hymn 49 

Siloam H>6 

Sparta pj7 

Sweet Land of Rest 203 

Tappan 204 

There's not a Star 26 

The Sinner's Resolve j6 

Tilton Ill 

Turner . 31 

Washington 156 

When I can read 56 

We'll stem the storm 134 

Woodland 22 



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Admonition 82 

Beverly 101 

Evening* Hvnin KU 

Golden" Hill 20 

Kentucky 16 

Lebanon 135 

Lisbon i 1 

Luther 1«;2 

No Sorrow there 207 

Olmutz 151 

Shirland . 153 

Stearns 116 

St. Thomas 177 

The Brighter Day M 

The Christian's Wants 25 

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COMMON METRE. 

Amazing Grace 118 

Ar'"igton 28 

Xsmon 102 

Halcrma 78 

Brown (\'> 

Cambridge 149 

China 1W8 

Christmas 161 

Coining Home 125 Telemann's Chant 50 



Devotion 13 

Encouragement U7 

1 1 o i 1 ey 1 92 

Lord, Remember me J 24 

Pleyel's Hymn 75 

Rock of Ages 0C 



Contrition 112 

Coronation 38 

( Jrpss and Crown 140 

Dedham 23 

Dentield 189 

Dundee 185 

Dunlapscreek * 79 

Emmons 190 

(iolvLen Chain 154 

Heber 41 

Humility 32 

Jerusalem 20» 

Memphis 10 

Night Thought 193 

NorthQeld 178 



Voice of Mercy *. 8 

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Best for the Weary 121 

Advent • 37 



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Glorious Tidings 

Love Divine 

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Supplication ISO 

The Good Shepherd 66 

The Pilgrim 127 

Sicilian Hymn 64 



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When we pass over .Ionian J15 America 16t 

U'ilmol KM) New Haven 187 

Shining Shore 214 ■ The Sinner Warned 83 



8s, 7s & 4 

A (Moms 92 

Ami 57 

UuWin 80 Dulcimer 

Green vine 12 

Native Land, farewell 172 

Sabbath Morning 51 

Sardins 202 

Stanley 48 

Welcome 138 

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A msterdam 1 63 

Caledonia 67 

Invocation 6 

Missionary Hvmn 170 

Morning Lijrht 170 

O, when shall I see Jesus 1 16 

The Rising Day 182 



Family Bible 

lis £ 12s. 
The Church's Welcome It* 



10s & lis. 

Saint's Home 209 

Star in the East 36 



lis &5s. 
Warning 70 



10s. 



8s. 



Contrast 1.77 

The Crown of my Hope 20,1 

I'nion Hymn.../ 132 



II. M. 

I lad dam 171 

.Justification ICO 

Lenox 87 

Warsaw 53 



lis. 



Confidence ir>8 

Conversion 137 

Farewell 194 



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47 



Heaven Desired 200 

Kedron 40 

I >, fly, mourning Sinner .91 

0, turn Ye 08 

The Bower of Praj er 9 

The Voice of free Grace 99 

Why Sleep Ye 63 



C P. M. 

Ganges Tk* 

The Garden Hymn 26 

The Surrender • Tl 

Worcester 1 

6s. 

Pl*«eof Prayer 4 



Come at the Saviour's Call. 

lis & 10s. 
Come, ve Disconsolate 



84 



8s & 4s. 
Sonnet 139 



6s & 9s. 



Happiness . 



119 



7s, 6s & 8s. 
Vain World, Adieu 136 



12s. 



The Chariot 81 



0s & 7s. 
The Sinner's Invitation.., 



86 



8s & 6s. 
Come and see . PI 



P. M. 

Come to Jesus «5 

Kxperience 107 

Heavenly Union 121 

Homeward Bound »22 

Morn of Zion's Glory 1 &« 

On the Cross 123 

The Beviva* 1 19 

The S.nncr'p Ren rn 8S 

W ill y u go 96 



GENERAL INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



SOCIAL WORSHIP 5— <5C T/S 

PRAYER U, i ; t 2l 

THE BIBLE 28-3] 

GENERAL ADDRESSES TO GOD £-27, 32, 33 

ADDRESSES TO THE HOLY SPIRIT :.. 3-1,35 

CHRIST 36-CO 

HIS ADVENT 3t 37,39 

HIS SUFFERINGS AND DEATH 40,40,55 

HIS RESURRECTION, ASCENSION, AND INTERCESSION 50,53 

CHRIST DESIRED, AND PRAISE TO 38-45, 54— GO 

REVIVALS 61—145 

REVIVALS DESIRED 61—66 

SINNERS WARNED G7— 83 

SINNERS INVITED 84—99 

SINNERS AWAKENED 100—103 

SINNERS CONVERTED 101—112 

CHRISTIAN PROFESSION 141-114 

CHRISTIAN LIFE 14G— 1GS 

MISSIONAF \' PRAYER MEETINGS 164— 181,214 

FAST AND THANKSGIVING 185- 1S9 

MORNING AND EVENING 190-193 

MEETING AND PARTING 194, 1C5 

CLOSING AND OPENING TEAR...... 1P6, 197 

DEATH 198, 199 

HEAVEN 200-213, 21S 



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